Jiang Yuechu shifted her gaze away from the panel.
"Wait. Don't let anyone come near."
She tossed out the perfunctory instruction and turned, walking beneath an ice boulder sheltered from the wind.
Xuan Yuanming immediately lowered his head and cupped his fists.
Carrying his great halberd, he strode to the outskirts of Frost Ridge and stood firm amid the wind and snow like a door god.
She had been occupied with hurrying along the entire way here and had not yet had the chance to add points.
Now, her reserves were plentiful.
This was the perfect chance to add them all at once while waiting for this immortal-god relic to emerge.
She closed her eyes, and her mind sank into stillness.
The scripture formulas within the crimson jade slip surfaced in her mind once more.
Wind-Fire True Form Art.
Wind and fire took ever-changing forms; through me, they revealed their true shape.
With a slight stir of thought.
A vast amount of Dao Cultivation came crashing down.
The words on the panel began to flicker wildly.
After blurring, they manifested anew.
Only after consuming more than three million years of Dao Cultivation did the Wind-Fire True Form Art barely reach the beginner stage.
Jiang Yuechu did not stop.
She continued pouring it in.
More than four million years of Dao Cultivation drained away, and the words changed again, entering the proficient stage.
More than five million years of Dao Cultivation were smashed into it, pushing the art to minor mastery.
Until more than 6.36 million years of Dao Cultivation were completely depleted as well.
Boom.
Wind-Fire True Form Art reached mastery.
As the words "mastery" settled into place.
A sudden transformation arose within Jiang Yuechu's body.
From deep within her bones and blood came the muffled hiss of wind and