Two years later.
You Province, Yan Kingdom.
The Eternal Peace Market Ward was only a small-to-medium-sized market ward, situated atop a tier-two middle-grade spirit vein.
It neither backed onto a mountain range teeming with demon beasts nor stood near any large immortal city. In terms of location, it had no advantages to speak of.
But it happened to lie at the crossroads of several second-tier resource sites, all occupied by foundation establishment-level forces.
Those forces had jointly established it to exchange what they had for what they lacked.
Further development, however, was all but impossible.
After two years of brewing, the unrest in the Yan Kingdom and Southern Yu Kingdom had finally swept into the Eternal Peace Market Ward.
A great battle four days earlier had seen this place change banners.
At that moment, inside the cultivation room of the cave abode with the richest spiritual energy in the Eternal Peace Market Ward.
A young man in black robes, with an unremarkable face, sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, circulating his cultivation art.
Beads of sweat the size of beans kept appearing on his face, rolling down and soaking his clothes.
It seemed his cultivation had reached a critical juncture.
This man was none other than Liu Yu!
His brows were tightly knitted, his clothes drenched in sweat, and his hands formed hand seals in a rapid, urgent succession.
This had already continued for four hours.
Time passed slowly. Another hour went by before Liu Yu's hand seals slowed and gradually came to a halt.
At last, he opened his eyes, revealing pupils as black as ink!
Two piercing rays of divine light shone from his eyes, only slowly fading after a long while.
This was a phenomenon that occurred when divine sense-or rather, mental power-grew too quickly to be