Moreover, the spiritual medicine Desolate God Slave had chosen for Wei Suo was one that could be refined very quickly. In just over a dozen breaths, Wei Suo's cultivation had immediately reached the peak of the first level of True Immortal. Rumble!
As another surge of medicinal power flooded in, an explosive sound immediately erupted from within Wei Suo's body. Yes, unmistakably—it was the sound of something exploding like a Golden Core. Countless streams of vital energy seemed to be exploding, converging, and splitting apart inside him. Within the more than ten thousand acupoints across Wei Suo's body, stars seemed to be taking shape. Boom!
More than half of the vermilion spiritual medicine floating above his head instantly shattered, turning into medicinal vapor that was wholly drawn into Wei Suo's body by an infinite pull. At the same time, countless specks of starlight drifted in from all directions like fireflies. He had broken through to the second level of True Immortal. True Essence, flesh, divine sense—Wei Suo's entire body seemed to be undergoing a transformation. Rumble!
The enormous spatial rift far below suddenly seemed to tilt like a pot of hot porridge, releasing a tremendous roar. The vibrations in the void alone gave rise to a violent hurricane. This is bad! We need to leave, now!
Ancestor Yuan Yin and the others, positioned on the far side of this massive island-like meteorite, had long known that Wei Suo was reaching the point of a complete breakthrough. But the instant they saw what was happening at the enormous spatial rift, this group of mighty cultivators, all of whom had been busy forging flying swords, turned deathly pale and shot upward with all their strength. A shocking storm like mottled hot porridge instantly poured out from the enormous spatial rift. It contained