Fourteen days passed in the blink of an eye.
Inside Xuan Feng Hall, Dao Rhyme surged like a tide.
Chen Xuan sat cross-legged on a cushion, eighty-one layers of Dao Domains overlapping around him like eighty-one heavens veiling him within.
Each layer of Dao Domain emitted light of a different color—azure, black, gold, crimson, yellow, white, silver, purple, blue, green, orange... The eighty-one colors intertwined, illuminating the entire Xuan Feng Hall.
The light shone through the gaps in the hall doors and reflected across the summit of Heavenly Sword Peak, drawing the attention of many disciples.
"What is that light? Eighty-one colors... coming from Xuan Feng Hall?"
"It's Chen Xuan, that True Disciple who ascended from the Lower Realm. What technique is he cultivating to produce such a phenomenon?"
"Eighty-one layers... Could it be that he has cultivated eighty-one layers of Dao Domains?"
"Impossible. Eighty-one layers of Dao Domains—that is the legendary Supreme Dao Domain. Among the hundred peaks of Tianyuan Holy Land, only the Holy Sons of the top ten peaks can cultivate a Supreme Dao Domain."
"That's right. Chen Xuan is only eighteen. Cultivating eleven layers of Dao Domains was already heaven-defying beyond compare. How could he possibly cultivate eighty-one layers?"
"But if it isn't eighty-one layers of Dao Domains, why would there be eighty-one colors of light?"
Discussion rose and fell across Heavenly Sword Peak, yet no one could provide an answer.
Because no one dared disturb Xuanfeng Half-Saint's place of secluded cultivation, nor did anyone dare verify exactly how many layers of Dao Domains Chen Xuan had cultivated.
Inside Xuan Feng Hall.
Chen Xuan slowly opened his eyes.
Eighty-one colors flashed through his pupils before being replaced by profound clarity.
"Eighty-one layers of Dao Domains... complete."
Chen Xuan murmured to himself, a satisfied smile curling at