Inside the room, Yu Xiaogang had already sat down cross-legged.
He took a deep breath and suppressed the surging excitement in his heart. His Soul Power, stagnant for many years, seemed to have suddenly found an outlet.
That long-standing sense of blockage was gradually melting away.
"Thirty years..." He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and closed his eyes. "Maybe I, Yu Xiaogang, can finally take another step forward."
If raising his First Soul Ring by five hundred years truly allowed him to break through to level thirty, he would no longer have to bear the title of "useless."
As long as he could break through, the world would know that Yu Xiaogang was not useless!
Yu Xiaogang sat in the room for an entire day.
From noon until dusk, from dusk until late at night, the door never opened.
Waves of Soul Power fluctuations spilled from the room, as though something were blocking them while they desperately tried to burst free.
Flender and Zhao Wuji stood guard outside the door, not even leaving to eat.
"Is there a chance?" Zhao Wuji asked in a low voice.
Flender said nothing and merely shook his head. His expression was grim.
Inside, Yu Xiaogang sat cross-legged on an old mat. His Soul Power had been driven to its limit. Veins bulged across his forehead, neck, and the backs of his hands. The bottleneck that had not moved in thirty years stood before him like a stone wall thousands of feet high.
He could feel it.
His Soul Power had indeed increased.
But he simply could not break through.
Unwilling to accept it, Yu Xiaogang kept forcibly trying to break through the barrier.
"Pfft—"
Until his vision began to whiten, until the taste of blood rose in his chest, until sweetness filled