The moment the white-haired old man dissipated, Ye Yun collapsed limply to the ground.
He gulped down air in huge breaths, desperately drawing it in as though he were about to suffocate.
A full minute passed before Ye Yun's breathing finally steadied.
"That was close!"
That seemingly simple battle had nearly cost Ye Yun his life.
The power unleashed by his all-out strike had been far too terrifying; even his physical body had nearly been unable to withstand it.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, he successfully released the attack. Otherwise, he might truly have died by his own hand.
Moreover, that white-haired old man was no weak opponent.
Had Ye Yun not launched a sudden attack and caught the white-haired old man off guard, preventing him from breaking free of the Heaven-and-Earth Prison in time—
Then it would have been hard to say who would have won this match.
At that moment, the phantom of the True Martial Spirit appeared in midair.
"Successor, congratulations on passing the sixth floor of the True Martial Tower. This is the reward you have obtained this time."
As the True Martial Spirit's words fell, a streak of light flew from her fingertips and stopped directly before Ye Yun.
As the radiance slowly faded, revealing what lay within—
Four drops of Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Rock Marrow appeared before Ye Yun's eyes.
Looking at the four drops of Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Rock Marrow, realization flashed through Ye Yun's eyes. He casually picked up one drop and swallowed it, storing all the rest in his Storage Bag.
Moments later, as the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Rock Marrow took effect, the True Essence Ye Yun had exhausted was restored in an instant.
After his True Essence recovered, Ye Yun barely managed to rise from the ground. Looking at the True Martial Spirit