"..."
Several days of cultivation passed like a white colt flashing through a crack.
Su Yueli opened her eyes from meditation and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
The blood and qi within her body had grown even more vigorous than before, yet the legendary Twelfth Realm of Martial Dao still seemed to lie beyond an impenetrable veil of dense mist.
Never mind a barrier or bottleneck—even the direction in which to feel her way forward was somewhat unclear.
"Is this Twelfth Realm nearly within reach, or has it only just begun?" Su Yueli muttered to herself.
As for condensing a Martial Soul, she had even less of a clue.
No predecessors had planted trees along the road ahead. She was creating a miracle from thin air, and the difficulty had been cranked straight to the limit.
Still, Su Yueli quickly let it go.
She gently shook her head and gathered those chaotic thoughts back into her sea of consciousness.
It was fine. She could take it slowly...
For an immortal who possessed an endless lifespan, the one thing she lacked least was time.
At the same time, the secular Martial Dao Tournament in the Great Li Imperial City came to a complete close amid waves of astonished cries.
The final champion was a secular martial artist at the Mid Fifth Realm.
Yet before the mortals could finish enjoying the spectacle, the atmosphere throughout the entire Imperial City underwent a drastic change in just one day.
The true players moving the pieces had entered the stage.
Looking up, streams of light in every color streaked across the sky like a meteor shower. Hundreds upon thousands of immortal flying vessels blotted out the heavens and covered the earth as they thundered into the Imperial City.
Within a hundred-mile radius, the