He was not particularly interested in the cultivation methods of antiquity, but he did wish to draw some lessons from the Future Word Secret's method of reflecting upon oneself. This was not the best time to venture beyond the domain.
He sought not nine transformations of profound arts, only to solidify his Dao foundation and forge the strongest base.
Having made up his mind, Ye Fan sat down cross-legged.
The Swallowing Heaven Demonic Art began operating on its own. He opened his mouth and inhaled, unleashing an unmatched suction force.
The deep crimson divine fluid representing the essence of flesh and blood swept into his abdomen. Its fragrance assailed his nose as it burst into pure, refined divine power, a faint warmth flowing through his limbs and bones.
The ninth level of the Immortal Platform Second Heaven, which he had only just reached, gradually stabilized.
His boiling aura rose steadily, quickly filling the second level of the Immortal Platform completely and reaching perfection. It even crossed beyond Immortal Two, launching a charge toward the realm of Immortal Three.
Faintly, he stood at the threshold of Dao Severance.
However, the Immortal Three Dao Severance realm was not simply a matter of accumulating divine energy. What mattered was one's comprehension of the myriad Dao of heaven and earth, and most importantly, one's own path.
What was Dao Severance? It meant severing clear one's own Dao.
Only after passing this trial could one be called a king, standing supreme over the boundless earth.
In the end, his cultivation remained at the pinnacle of Immortal Two. One foot had stepped into Immortal Three, yet he could no longer advance even a single step, just like countless peerless great powers.
The aged old imperial lords of the Central Plains, the supreme masters of the hundred