His total Spiritual Power had increased by sixty percent!
Xu Yuan formed a hand seal.
Cinnabar Flame Art!
Flames erupted, swelling into a mass five stories high before hurtling away like a meteor.
Even the most basic Mystic Arts wielded by a Nascent Soul Realm Cultivator could pack such power!
Xu Yuan silently watched the Spiritual Power spilling from his hand.
It was so vast, so fierce, it almost seemed to have Creation.
The Nascent Soul Realm was different in every way!
If he wore the Truth Set, each of his base stats would rise by a full sixteen points!
How terrifying was that?
By that reckoning, if he used the Sunset Imago too, he might actually bring about the sight of Ten Suns in the Sky.
Xu Yuan was still thinking when his heart suddenly jolted.
The Heavy Cannon had disappeared!
He had agreed with it that if Ming He knew nothing, it would pretend to submit to her.
After all...
More than once, he had sensed that Ming He wanted to subdue these Oddities.
And the Heavy Cannon was stronger than any of the Oddities before it. If it submitted, Ming He would likely welcome it.
But if Ming He guessed the truth behind his "summoning Helpers," or had some other means—
It would blow itself up!
Just now, he had felt it vanish.
That meant Ming He was already closing in on the truth of the whole affair!
"This is getting tricky..."
Xu Yuan could not help saying it aloud.
Then—
As though remembering something, he turned toward the lines of text suspended in the Void:
"...Nascent Soul Realm."
"You may now improve one ability again."
"Choose carefully!"
Xu Yuan fell silent.
Urgency welled up inside him, yet his thoughts did not race.
Something told him...
Things