Within the pale silver spatial passage.
A streak of silver flashed past in an instant, moving so fast it seemed never to have appeared at all.
Inside the luxurious spatial ship's cabin.
Zi Yan was munching on little pills, steadily digesting the energy they contained.
With an ample supply of pills, her aura grew stronger at a visible rate.
Watching the girl, Zhou Changqing suddenly felt a little envious.
"The Ancient Void Dragon Emperor's royal bloodline really is something."
As a magical beast with one of the continent's supreme bloodlines, the girl simply had no bottlenecks to speak of. As long as she had enough energy, her strength would rise at tremendous speed.
Unlike other humans or magical beasts, once their potential ran dry, no amount of energy could help them break through without a sufficient stroke of fortune.
The only drawback was the enormous amount of energy she needed, far more than most people could afford to supply.
But the two of them now possessed countless high-quality medicinal ingredients, enough to raise the girl to Dou Zong.
With their gains from the tomb added in, she would not need to worry about insufficient energy before reaching Dou Zun.
His envy passed in a flash.
In terms of potential and talent, he was now no worse than Zi Yan.
Judging by her behavior, though, Zi Yan must have felt the pressure from the Wind-Thunder Pavilion, which was why she was taking her cultivation so seriously.
Almost every time she swallowed a handful of little pills, she immediately circulated her dou qi to speed up their digestion, then continued.
Normally, she was never this diligent and simply let the pills digest on their own.
Although letting them digest naturally was hardly much slower.
Even Zi Yan knew to work hard to