Lin Tian shouted inwardly and launched his strongest assault on the bottleneck. After all, if he missed this chance, obtaining such precious, heaven-defying resources again would not be easy.
However.
Before he could break through, something unexpected happened.
At the summit of Flower-Fruit Mountain.
Wind and clouds surged together.
A vortex a hundred thousand li across hovered above the Spirit Vine's cloud-shrouded heights, sucking dry all the spiritual energy from the heavens and earth for hundreds of millions of li around Flower-Fruit Mountain and gathering it within itself.
Then it poured into the Spirit Vine.
Lin Tian stopped trying to break through.
He had failed to break into the Quasi-Saint realm, but his Nine-Revolution Mystic Art had instead reached the seventh revolution.
That was certainly unexpected.
He had intended to use the immense energy of the Pan Gu blood essence to break into the Quasi-Saint realm first. Otherwise, if he missed this chance, where would he find another heaven-defying treasure comparable to Pan Gu blood essence that could help him reach that realm?
Thus, breaking through to Quasi-Saint before cultivating the Nine-Revolution Mystic Art further had been the most practical approach.
Yet the Nine-Revolution Mystic Art had been forced into a breakthrough.
Lin Tian could not help worrying. Without the support of the Pan Gu blood essence, how was he supposed to become a Quasi-Saint?
Would all his joy turn out to be for nothing?
He swiftly examined his body. Only after a moment did he understand: the laws and Heavenly Dao within the Pan Gu blood essence required no comprehension or refinement from him at all. They merged directly with his flesh, bones, and everything else, without any intervening process.
The Nine-Revolution Mystic Art was the foremost mystic art Pan Gu had created.
And it was also the art