The moment three meridian circuits formed, an apparition of a Hell Golden Crow appeared above Xia Ping's head. It was a phantom condensed from supreme dark-red flames, with every feather made of fire.
It threw back its head and let out a clear cry that echoed in every direction. Its terrifying presence stood between heaven and earth, radiating nobility, unfathomable depth, chaos, primordial desolation, and more.
Any living creature that saw it would prostrate itself, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.
These were the many strange phenomena produced when one's cultivation reached its peak.
"Now!"
Xia Ping immediately realized that his mental power and the true essence in his body had both reached the limits of his current realm. He had found the opportunity to break through, as naturally as water flowing into its channel.
Thump!
His mental power stirred, and the thirty-seventh meridian was pierced through. Every bottleneck was as fragile as tofu, unable to withstand the true essence within him.
Martial Master, Fourth Heaven!
The instant his thirty-seventh meridian opened, Xia Ping knew he had advanced to the Martial Master, Fourth Heaven realm—the realm of a mid-level Martial Master.
In that moment, both his true essence and physical strength increased tremendously. His body was tempered further, becoming incomparably powerful.
The golden crystals deep in his mind also melted, constantly strengthening his mental power and extending its reach. It seemed as though the entire world lay within his grasp.
"So this is Martial Master, Fourth Heaven—the realm of a mid-level Martial Master!"
Xia Ping clenched his fist. He circulated his mental power and inspected his body from within, sensing that his meridians had grown more than twice as strong. They were incredibly resilient, each one expanded to an unbelievable size.
After being tempered time and again by true