Several hours later, the purple spiritual halo dissipated. Lu Ye examined his Spiritual Power River and found that its volume had increased somewhat, though it was still far from the point of advancing to Tier Four.
After leaving the Myriad Beast Domain Secret Realm, he had used the Spirit Signs exchanged for nearly thirty thousand Battle Merit to advance directly to Tier Three. He had also accumulated a great deal at the Tier Three level, but the higher a cultivator's cultivation, the more resources were required.
By his own estimation, within the Cloud River Realm, if Spirit Signs represented resources, advancing from Tier One to Tier Two would likely require only one Golden Spirit Sign. From Tier Two to Tier Three would require two Golden Spirit Signs. From Tier Three to Tier Four, perhaps three or four. From Tier Four to Tier Five, even more...
So even though he had accumulated some progress at Tier Three, one Purple Spirit Sign was not enough to bring about any substantial change in his cultivation.
Still, Lu Ye was already quite satisfied.
Since entering the Cloud River Battlefield, not even two months had passed, yet he had already reached Tier Three of the Cloud River Realm. This rate of cultivation might not be unprecedented or never to be repeated, but it was certainly something seen only once in a century. What was there to be dissatisfied about?
Just as he was about to set off, a hum of heaven and earth suddenly came from nowhere. In an instant, the world changed color.
Lu Ye instinctively raised a hand to grip his saber hilt, warily watching his surroundings.
Before he could determine what had happened, a dazzling point of light abruptly rose in the far distance within his sight. Like a newborn star, it