Time flew by, and two or three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Xia Ping and the others stayed in the black house, resting and recovering the strength they had used up before.
Since Jiang Yaru and the others had only just advanced to the Martial Artist Realm, they also needed a few days to consolidate their cultivation and lay a firm foundation in martial arts, lest an unstable foundation damage their physical potential.
They also had Gem Fruits, and half a fruit could serve as a day's worth of food. There was water nearby, too, so they didn't need to go anywhere else. They could rest properly right there.
One morning, as the sun slowly rose, Xia Ping sat cross-legged outside the house. Layers of steam rose from his body, and the vapor seemed to take the shape of ferocious beasts—tigers, lions, wild bulls, and others. Finally, it formed a True Dragon, which let out a furious roar that shook the heavens and earth.
With a bang, five or six deep cracks appeared in the ground, and the earth groaned and split. His aura rippled outward, making the area hundreds of meters around him tremble.
"Peak of the Third Heaven of Martial Artist Realm!" Xia Ping clenched his fist, feeling the powerful strength in his body. After several days of cultivation and the dual tempering of bitter cold and scorching heat, his physique had become even stronger than before, and the true qi within him had grown at an astonishing rate. He had already reached the peak of the Third Heaven of Martial Artist Realm.
He was only one step away from advancing to the Fourth Heaven of Martial Artist Realm. All he needed was an opportunity.
He probably wouldn't have been able to cultivate so quickly