The seven-day deadline passed in the blink of an eye.
In the rear offices of the Demon-Suppression Office, an invisible spiritual pressure now filled the Quiet Chamber, usually so cold and deserted.
The doors and windows were shut tight, sealing out every sound from outside.
Chu Bai sat cross-legged on the couch, eyes closed, his breaths long and deep.
Five-colored spiritual light flowed around him like rippling water. Metal's sharpness, wood's vitality, water's yielding softness, fire's violence, and earth's solidity wove and cycled through his body, endlessly renewing themselves.
As the Origin Return Formula reached its peak, the liquid spell power accumulated to its limit in his dantian's sea of qi began to churn. It was a river about to burst its banks, searching for one final outlet.
For an ordinary cultivator, this would have been the most perilous moment of the breakthrough.
One small mistake could damage his meridians or even send him into cultivation deviation.
But for Chu Bai, who possessed the heaven-defying Fate Destiny [Relentless Toil, Relentless Effort], a so-called bottleneck was nothing but a joke.
Work hard, and there would be a reward. Fill the progress bar, and a breakthrough was inevitable!
"Break!"
At a thought from Chu Bai, the force surged forward without the slightest hesitation or resistance.
Boom!
A soundless roar seemed to erupt inside him.
The invisible barrier between Qi Refining Early-Stage and Mid-Stage shattered like a sheet of thin paper beneath the surge of vast, pure spiritual power!
His sea of qi expanded. His meridians widened!
The spell power that had once filled him seemed to be elevated, becoming denser and purer. Newborn strength surged from his dantian through every limb and bone, washing over every inch of flesh.
Chu Bai's eyes snapped open.
Two almost tangible beams flashed from his eyes,