Yin Yang and Chen Xin's cultivation continued for an entire day and night. By the morning of the third day, the two awakened from their meditation at the same time.
It was the hour when the outer disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect performed their morning exercises.
At that moment, a massive heavenly phenomenon drew everyone's attention. The sky first seemed to be slashed by some sharp weapon, splitting in two.
Then, the previously cloudless, sunny sky suddenly filled with rolling thunder. The immense pressure made it hard to breathe.
Inside the great hall, Ning Fengzhi and the others said excitedly, "They succeeded. Uncle Sword and Uncle Eagle have both completed their breakthroughs."
Chen Xin was the first to open his eyes. His white hair drifted without wind, giving him an ethereal bearing. His realm had risen by an unknown extent compared to before.
"Old Sword Man, what level are you at now? Why can't I see through you at all?" Gu Rong asked.
"Level ninety-eight!" Even Chen Xin himself could scarcely believe it. Then he looked at Tianlin. "Xiao Tian, what you told me before about the Primal Chaos Immortal Herb raising me to level ninety-eight was true. But I thought I would only have just entered level ninety-eight. Instead, I'm already at the middle stage of level ninety-eight, and my Soul Power is incomparably condensed."
"Of course. The Soul Power enhanced by the Primal Chaos Immortal Herb isn't some mixed, inferior product. Otherwise, it wouldn't deserve the name of a top-tier immortal herb. Master, condensed Soul Power will help you challenge level ninety-nine in the future," Tianlin said with a smile.
"The middle stage of level ninety-eight? My heavens, Sword Old Man, you're far too powerful now. I reckon even Tang Hao might not be your