In a secluded mountain valley, black mist shrouded the forest, while sky-high baleful aura spread across a hundred miles of land like spilled ink.
Tang San, having just broken through his shackles, stood atop jagged boulders as the domineering Soul Power of a level forty-two assault-type Soul Ancestor surged wildly through his body.
There were no system prompts, no status panel. Relying solely on a soul master's most fundamental perception, he could clearly sense the earthshaking transformation within himself.
The bottleneck that had trapped him at level forty for so long had completely shattered. His meridians had widened, his physique had been reforged, and every aspect of his Asura origin had advanced. The pent-up frustration and sense of defeat he had carried for so long vanished into nothing at that moment.
Having endured the utmost hatred of losing his father and nearly dying, as well as the ultimate agony of tempering his path through inner demons, he had finally realized the true meaning of becoming stronger.
"Just as I thought! A greenhouse can never produce a peerless powerhouse!"
Tang San clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking crisply. His pitch-black pupils brimmed with obsession and madness, while killing intent flashed coldly in his eyes.
"When Lin Chen crushed me and Spirit Hall manipulated me, it wasn't because I lacked talent! I was simply too cautious, too softhearted, and not ruthless enough!"
"From today onward, I will cast aside every distraction. I will temper my body with baleful aura, comprehend the path through hatred, and advance through pain!"
"Others cultivate once a day—I cultivate a hundred times a day! Others balance work and rest—I will never sleep or rest!"
In his simple yet obsessive understanding, every gap in this world could be bridged through extreme competition and life-threatening cultivation.
The reason Lin