Jonathan sat quietly in the courtyard, from sunrise to sunset, from nightfall to dawn.
Nothing in the outside world could disturb him. He was in a strange state, one with Heaven and Earth, as if man and nature had become one.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
As the morning sun rose, Jonathan opened his eyes. His gaze was as pure as a newborn's, but a moment later, it returned to normal.
"Level 9 Great Mage. I've finally made it."
As he broke through, countless streams of liquid magic power gathered in his chest, an amount so vast it was almost unimaginable.
His spiritual power also surged wildly at the moment he advanced, and even his soul grew considerably stronger.
Heaven and Earth Elements rushed toward him from all around, entering his body through every limb and bone. They continually nourished and strengthened his physique, though the effect was negligible.
Jonathan's physique had long since surpassed that of a Saint Magus. It was hardly any weaker than a Saint Warrior's.
Thus, the slight strengthening brought about by advancing to Level 9 Great Mage had no effect on his body at all. His spiritual power, however, was another matter.
After advancing, it surged by a great deal, becoming almost unrecognizable compared to when he was Level 8.
The destructive power of Level 9 magic was beyond anything a warrior could match. It could hold back an army of a million.
As for warriors, their greatest strength lay in charging into an army and taking the enemy commander's head. They excelled at decapitation strikes, making them the complete opposite of mages.
After his advancement and transformation, the Soul Dao Fruit in his mind suddenly released a layer of hazy green mist. It formed a green lotus that began