A day later, under the gaze of hundreds of thousands, Xiao Yan finally opened his eyes.
Those closest to him had the fleeting impression that dazzling lightning flashed through his eyes. The faint pressure it carried made several faces change.
What everyone wanted to know was how far Xiao Yan's soul power had advanced. They had all witnessed his Heavenly Lightning Soul Forging, and anyone with a reasonable level of strength could sense how much stronger his soul had grown. Had that momentum carried him straight into the Late Spirit Realm?
Xiao Yan drew upon his soul power and felt it surge through him, strong and abundant.
The peak of the middle Spiritual State Soul!
That was the final result of his Heavenly Lightning Soul Forging. He might have used the lightning's power to push directly into the Late Spirit Realm, but he had realized his soul was advancing too quickly. It might shake the solid foundation he had always built upon. More importantly, failing to understand each stage of the soul realm would surely hurt his future as an Alchemist.
So Xiao Yan exercised his usual restraint, holding his soul at the peak of the middle Spiritual State Soul, just one step from the Late Spirit Realm.
Even so, the result was astonishing. From what they had seen, everyone could now confirm one thing: Xiao Yan could cultivate his soul power using Pill Lightning.
That ability was irresistible—or rather, the speed of Xiao Yan's progress was. Soul power was the foundation of an Alchemist's craft, and everyone knew how difficult it was to advance. Barring a rare opportunity or some precious treasure, an Alchemist could only persevere through tiny gains until they finally added up.
Xiao Yan's blunt, direct method of advancement was so extraordinary that even many of