A Rift Forms

Four days passed in the blink of an eye.

Feng City and several prosperous towns in the surrounding area had all fallen into the rebel army's hands.

Wang Meng's ambitions swelled. With the White Lotus Sect fanning the flames, he officially changed the Black Cloud Army's banner and proclaimed it the Mandate Army.

He proclaimed himself the Mandate General.

Meanwhile.

Deep within a grand aristocratic residence in the city.

"One hundred and twenty-eight." Lu Zhen murmured to himself as he examined his body inwardly.

Over the past four days, he had barely stepped outside, cultivating the Taiyi Star-Inducing Art day and night.

But once the number of opened acupoints in his body reached one hundred and twenty-eight, everything came to a complete standstill.

No matter how he drove his qi and blood or drew stellar force into his body, the one hundred and twenty-ninth acupoint seemed welded shut, utterly immovable.

"I've reached my limit." Lu Zhen thought.

He understood that this was not a problem with the cultivation art, but the shackles of his own realm.

For ordinary geniuses, opening thirty-six acupoints in the Early Converging Stream Realm was already the limit. They had to break through to the Middle Converging Stream Realm before they could continue opening more.

But what about him?

A full one hundred and twenty-eight!

"It must be because my Inner Landscape is far larger than that of ordinary martial artists." Lu Zhen pondered. "The deeper the foundation, the more terrifying the limit at this early stage naturally becomes."

One hundred and twenty-eight acupoints were already formidable enough!

Since he could no longer open new acupoints, Lu Zhen poured all his focus into the Taiyi Star-Congealing Record.

He converted Star Vortices with all his might!

Over the past few days, the qi, blood, and stellar force