Rumble-
The Firmament trembled, and the Cloud Sea churned. An incomparably vast spiritual tide arose from nothing, surging in every direction like rivers rushing backward and a tsunami overturning the sea.
Chu Mo's pupils contracted slightly, and his heart gave a sudden leap.
A mighty surge of Fortune was rushing toward him. Even before it arrived, his magical power began to boil. His Golden Vault trembled, and the phantom of his Dharma Form manifested behind him of its own accord.
"This is..."
Xuan Cheng sprang to his feet, his eyes filled with shock. "The Fate-Numen Blessing from the battle for the Mystic Court?!"
Before his words had faded, auspicious clouds poured down from the sky, enveloping the entire side hall. In an instant, Chu Mo felt an unimaginably immense torrent of Fortune flood into his body.
[Level: 49 → 50]
Before such boundless Fortune, the divisions between levels within the same stage were pitifully insignificant. Like trenches dug by ants, they were filled in a single stroke, without the slightest delay.
Yet the Fortune did not stop. It continued pouring in. Chu Mo felt his body lighten as he instantly reached the bottleneck of the Nascent Soul late stage-the threshold of Heaven-Earth Communion.
Heaven-Earth Communion meant establishing a mysterious connection between a cultivator and heaven and earth.
Every movement of a Nascent Soul cultivator was accompanied by heaven and earth. In Fuli, heaven and earth actively cooperated with their workings; outside Fuli, in other worlds, they forcibly commanded heaven and earth. This threshold was exceedingly difficult to cross. Heaven and earth were proud, and without a special opportunity, even someone with extraordinary talent could remain trapped for years.
Watching Chu Mo bathe in Fortune, Xuan Cheng was overcome with emotion. He had been stuck at Nascent Soul early