In the days that followed, Lu Ye cultivated by activating the Talent Tree's power to devour Blood Crystals while also refining Formation Plates.
Nearly two hundred Formation Plates were refined every day.
Feng Wujiang came to see him once every two days, taking away the Formation Plates Lu Ye had refined.
Although he remained in his room and never went out, Lu Ye still felt the pressing tension of a storm about to break.
He knew that not much time remained for the Sacred Land.
The Blood Race's million-strong army from the four battlefronts had surely already set out. Before long, they would be at the city gates, and the survival or destruction of the Sacred Land would be decided in a single night.
A month passed in the blink of an eye.
During that time, Lu Ye refined five or six thousand Formation Plates in total, while the Blood Crystals he devoured were too numerous to count.
There was no longer any need to refine more Formation Plates, because they had enough.
He could now devote himself entirely to cultivation.
Another ten-odd days passed. The Spiritual Power within him became purer once more. As his Spiritual Power completed its ninth transformation, an invisible wave of force swept out with a boom, and Lu Ye slowly opened his eyes.
He had reached True Lake Tier Nine.
Only one step remained between him and the Divine Sea Realm.
There was not enough time left for him to cultivate to the Divine Sea Realm, and with the great battle against the Blood Race about to begin, he had no mind to continue cultivating.
He did not rise immediately, instead spending two days consolidating his cultivation.
Only then did he leave his room, find the blue-clad attendant who had remained on Sacred Mountain,