"With this spirit pill, I can reach the Early-Stage Peak in much less time!"
Ripples stirred in Liu Yu's heart lake. In the Flying Immortal Pills before him, he saw the hope of rapidly advancing his cultivation.
Although his deep reserves had given him considerable strength as soon as he entered the nascent soul realm, he also faced no shortage of dangers.
Close at hand was his sect's sworn enemy, Old Devil He of the Hehuan Sect, with whom there could be no peace until one of them died.
Farther off was the threat of the Ruined Sword being exposed, like the Sword of Damocles hanging above his head, ready to fall at an unknown moment.
Moreover, by slaying the Poison Flood Dragon Ao Lin during his trip to Bright Moon Immortal City, he had drawn particular attention from the Demon Race.
With the Human-Demon War underway, he might receive some special "care."
A crisis could descend without warning at any time, so his present strength still offered too little security.
Together, these factors meant Liu Yu could not afford to stand still. One careless step could send him tumbling into a bottomless abyss.
From qi refining to nascent soul, I've walked that arduous road one step at a time.
Would I, Liu Yu, really fall in the darkness before dawn?!
As that thought flashed through his mind, Liu Yu's gaze turned cold and resolute.
A moment later, he steadied his emotions, cleaned the pill furnace, and disposed of the residue.
He placed the eight Flying Immortal Pills in a jade bottle and headed straight to the Cultivation Room.
Rumble.
The stone door slowly closed with an exceptionally heavy rumble.
In the spacious room, Liu Yu sat cross-legged, cleared away his stray thoughts, and soon entered a state of tranquil