After the Seven Absolutes Cold Mist Sword had absorbed every last trace of lightning power, Yan Chihuo beckoned, and the sword fell into his hand. All of a sudden, a vague realization rose in Yan Chihuo's heart. It seemed that this sword was intimately tied to some momentous matter concerning him, yet he had no idea what that matter was.
Mo Han stepped forward and said, "Chihuo, congratulations. You've finally advanced to the Spirit Cultivation Stage."
A faint smile appeared on Yan Chihuo's face as well. "These past years, I had you and Zihai to thank. But you'll still need to stand guard for me for another hundred days. I'll first stabilize my cultivation, then see whether we can leave this place."
Mo Han shook her head. "Chihuo, you're only a Spirit Cultivation Stage cultivator, while there's more than one Ascension Stage demon in the Dragon Palace. Don't even dream of leaving for now."
Yan Chihuo smiled faintly. "Not necessarily. When that Spirit Cultivation Stage Crab Demon was hunting us down, how could we have imagined that we would flee into this place—and make such tremendous advances in cultivation besides?"
"Enough. Stabilize your cultivation first, then we'll discuss how to leave this place," Mo Han said.
Yan Chihuo said no more. He nodded, then sat cross-legged on the ground once again and circulated his mana.
The old Dragon King suddenly frowned. An old dragon beside him noticed clearly and asked, "Big Brother, what is it?"
The old Dragon King said, "In the depths of my being, I suddenly sense a calamity approaching. I do not know why."
The other four old dragons were all startled. They knew that once one's cultivation reached the Ascension Stage, such sudden stirrings of the heart were invariably accurate.
After pondering for a moment longer,