"Immortal Platform Realm, eighth level!!!"
Inside Thunderclap Hall's secret chamber, Chen An opened his eyes. Within his pupils, it seemed as though a million-zhang thunder dragon was soaring and roaring. Countless violet bolts of lightning coiled around his body, making him look like the Thunder God descended into the world.
However, having reached this realm, he had long since gained perfect control over his cultivation. Naturally, he would not be like before, causing a fuss like a husky tearing the house apart just because he had broken through a minor realm. The sacred might that seemed capable of crushing the heavens was firmly sealed within the secret chamber and did not spread outside.
"Phew!!~~"
Letting out a long breath of stale air, Chen An drew all his holy power back into his body. Looking once more at the eight-tier Immortal Platform already forged within his sea of consciousness, as well as the ninth tier that was more than halfway complete, he could not help but shake his head slightly.
"Unfortunately, I still fell just short!"
His gaze flickered, but Chen An did not dwell on it any longer. He rose to his feet, waved open the door to the secret chamber, and walked out.
"Whoosh!!~~"
Just as he was about to step through the chamber door, Chen An saw a streak of blue light fly over and land on his shoulder.
"Yingyoo!!~~"
Thunder Spirit let out a cry that was both aggrieved and delighted. Its little head rubbed affectionately against the side of his neck, its cool fur brushing over his skin with a faintly numbing electric sensation.
"You little thing..."
Chen An turned his head. Seeing how attached the little fellow was to him, a warm current rose in his heart.
Although he had never formed a beast-taming contract