Amid the bustling, clamorous crowd, Ye Qingxuan's eyes blazed with a frenzied, searing light, as though a raging fire burned within them.
He clenched his fists tightly and silently resolved, No matter what, I must seize the throne of number one in the Heavenly Immortal Realm. Anyone who stands in my way will struggle in vain!
Astonishingly, through some unknown miraculous method or secret art, Ye Qingxuan's cultivation, which had once suffered devastating damage and collapsed completely, had actually been restored to its former state.
And in the short span of less than three years afterward, it had rocketed up to the middle stage of the Heavenly Immortal Realm.
Such an astonishing cultivation speed defied belief and left people utterly dumbfounded.
But who knew whether his castrated little brother had also regained its former glory?!
At that moment, an extremely cold, sinister aura radiated from him, like icy breath spilling out of the Nine Netherworlds. No one within several meters dared take even half a step closer.
Many powerful disciples had gazes as sharp as hawks, their expressions revealing their determination to win;
at the same time, some disciples were deeply worried, inwardly lamenting that coming here was no different from walking straight into a net, only to become stepping stones for others.
Ying Ming Hao looked as calm as still water on the surface, but inwardly, joy had already blossomed in his heart.
If he was fortunate enough to enter the Spirit Marrow Secret Realm and cultivate in seclusion for an entire month, then with his profound foundation at the late stage of the Heavenly Immortal Realm and his various insights into cultivation,
he would surely break through his bottleneck in one push and advance smoothly to the True Immortal Realm-such a superb opportunity came once in a