A pair of enormous black wings blotted out the sun. Beneath the vast sky, violent winds swept past as a colossal creature tore through the heavens and flew away.
Yang Ming sat cross-legged on Di Tian's dragon back, facing the rising sun. His hands were folded before his abdomen, his eyes slightly closed, his breathing even as his stomach rose and fell faintly.
With every inhale and exhale, primordial energy of various attributes permeating heaven and earth was drawn into Yang Ming's body. Like countless rivers flowing into the sea, it gathered within the Soul Core in his dantian, where it was filtered, compressed, and fused, continuously improving both the quantity and quality of his Soul Power.
If another Titled Douluo were here, they would be shocked to discover that Yang Ming's strength was increasing at a visible rate.
Less than half a year had passed since Yang Ming's last breakthrough to Titled Douluo, yet he had already reached Rank 94. That was only because each advancement required him to consume three times as much Soul Power as an ordinary Spirit Master. Otherwise, his rank could have risen even higher.
If word of this got out, it would surely cause another uproar in the Spirit Master world and leave countless Titled Douluo green with envy.
One had to know that at the Titled Douluo level, the Soul Power required for each rank increase far exceeded everything before it, equivalent to the total needed to rise from Rank 0 to Rank 89. For that very reason, most Titled Douluo could at most reach Rank 96 in their lifetimes. They did not even dare dream of the Demigod realm, only hoping to attain Rank 98.
Feeling the vast and mighty Soul Power emanating from Yang Ming, Zi Ji had long since been