Chen Xuan stood where he was, his expression as calm as ever.
The layers upon layers of Astral Baleful Force fell upon him like water flowing over stone, failing to stir even the slightest ripple in the chaotic radiance covering his physical body.
His Chaos Body had reached great completion, having fused the power of a hundred Divine Body laws and the full foundation of the Five-Element World Body. In terms of physical strength alone, he had long surpassed an ordinary Fourth Layer of the Saint Realm cultivator. This mere Astral Baleful Tempering could not even make him sweat.
A month passed silently.
When the dark-blue curtain of light slowly dispersed, at least thirty percent of the cultivators in the plaza had collapsed to the ground, trembling all over and unable to rise again.
Yet Chen Xuan was in no hurry to restrain his aura.
His saint sense stretched outward like threads of silk, drawing into his perception, one by one, those who had also passed with ease.
A layer of dark-red radiance shimmered around Chi Xiao. As the Heaven-Burning Sacred Canon circulated, the protective Astral Baleful Force naturally formed around his body redirected most of the pressure away.
His breathing was slightly deeper than usual, and the crimson-gold totemic mark at his brow glimmered faintly. Clearly, the Astral Baleful Force was not entirely without pressure on him, but it was still far from his limit.
Yue Wushuang, however, displayed an entirely different bearing.
She stood in place without even the hem of her robes fluttering. Within thirty feet of her, the ground was covered in a thin layer of white frost, formed when the Lunar Force leaking naturally from her body froze the remnants of Astral Baleful Force.
Her expression remained cool and detached as ever, and her deep