In the blink of an eye, three months passed.
Xia Ping advanced step by step up the stairs of Sound Pattern Mountain. Of course, he did not speed up; instead, he deliberately remained on each step long enough for the power of the demonic music to intensify its tempering of his soul.
Only once the tempering no longer had any effect would he leave that step.
As he cultivated day by day, the power of his soul underwent an enormous increase. In particular, the resilience of his soul had become simply incomparable to what it had been before.
Vaguely, his soul seemed to have been tempered into a hexagonal crystal, utterly free of impurities and having reached an indestructible state.
Yet even so, after three months had passed, Xia Ping had only reached the ten-thousandth step. By now, he had nearly reached the limits of his soul power.
Moreover, as time passed, the effects of tempering his soul became smaller and smaller. His progress had gone from advancing by leaps and bounds at the start to crawling forward slowly now; the effects were no longer as apparent as before.
But this was only natural. Once one reached a certain realm, further improvement was no easy matter and required long periods of accumulation.
More importantly, such rapid growth in soul power was not particularly beneficial to the soul itself. Everything under heaven had its limits; too much was as bad as too little.
Boom!
The instant Xia Ping stepped onto the ten-thousand-and-first step, the power of the demonic music abruptly surged. Compared to before, it was as different as night and day.
Buzz, buzz~
Waves of uniquely melodic demonic music seeped into his sea of consciousness, reverberating back and forth.
Moreover, this demonic music was no longer as direct or violent