Buzz—
The light membrane trembled violently, the ancient runes on its surface spinning madly as though struggling. Yet no matter how it fled, it remained firmly trapped in Zhong Shenxiu's palm. Strands of blue lightning Divine Power continuously poured through his palm and into his meridians.
Dragon Power circulated through his meridians, refining the foreign Divine Power. The Soul Power barrier at level ninety-one was like paper, breaking with a single poke.
Ninety-two!
Ninety-three!
Ninety-four!
His cultivation surged wildly, breaking through three levels in a row without slowing in the slightest.
Only at the threshold of level ninety-five did it pause slightly.
Zhong Shenxiu clenched his teeth and urged the Dragon Source Art once more.
Boom—
A muffled blast rang out within his body, and the level ninety-five barrier shattered at once.
His Soul Power instantly soared, rushing and roaring through his meridians.
All nine of his soul rings brightened. The edges of the seventh and eighth red rings faintly took on an orange-gold hue, steadily advancing toward the level of Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings.
Half an incense stick's time passed.
Pop—
The last trace of restrictive power was completely devoured.
The light membrane over the entrance vanished completely, revealing a pitch-black passageway.
Zhong Shenxiu slowly withdrew his hand, flecks of blue lightning still curling around his fingertips.
He slowly exhaled, and even his breath carried the scorched scent of lightning.
Deep within his eyes, streaks of blue-violet lightning flashed through his golden vertical pupils, then vanished in an instant.
After devouring so much lightning Divine Power, he had unexpectedly touched upon a trace of the Lightning Law as well.
Though it was only a superficial grasp, it was still an enormous gain for him.
If he continued to deduce it, he might not be unable to comprehend the