Provocation

Time flew.

In the blink of an eye, more than half a year had passed.

During this half year and more, Shen Changchuan, mindful that his cultivation had risen rather quickly, no longer put much time or energy into advancing his realm.

Because

Shen Changchuan knew very well

that even if he poured all his energy into cultivating his realm, wanting to make further progress in less than a year

was basically impossible.

Which meant

that putting time into cultivating his cultivation realm offered an extremely poor return in terms of strength gained.

And so, over the past half year and more, while Shen Changchuan tempered his mid-stage Ninth Level foundation and stabilized himself, he put most of his energy elsewhere.

For example, spells.

For example, the Power of Space.

And especially his comprehension regarding True Intent!

There was nothing much to say about spells.

For others, one or two ordinary perfected second-tier top-grade spells were already enough to let them dominate among those of the same level.

Unfortunately, for Shen Changchuan, even though he could already merge two second-tier top-grade spells together and unleash power beyond his own realm, that was all there was to it.

He had mastered far too many trump cards.

Leaving everything else aside, just the Power of Space he had comprehended himself was not something ordinary spell usage could even hope to touch.

Perhaps

two fused second-tier top-grade spells were an unimaginable method to others.

If a cultivator at the peak of the Ninth Level of Out-of-Body Realm mastered such a method, perhaps they might rely on this move to squeeze into the top thirty or fifty of the Jade Clarity Immortal Sect.

But before the Power of Space, they would only meet a crushing defeat like rotten wood collapsing before a mighty force!