As the sun rose that morning, a long line had already formed outside the Spirit Tower. Nearly another five years had passed, and the Middle Court's population had reached its peak.
"Brother Xu!"
"Greetings, Brother Xu!"
"Are you going into seclusion too, Brother Xu?"
After he had slain Du Yuan, few people still dared show him hostility. Everyone he encountered along the way greeted him.
Xu Yang responded to anyone who greeted him, regardless of who they were. He felt that the people of the Middle Court were quite friendly.
After waiting in line for a quarter of an hour, he entered the Spirit Tower without incident and released the suppression on his spirit bone.
Sitting down on the meditation cushion, Xu Yang summoned his panel:
[Blood Prison Heart Saber Scripture · Eighth Layer (29915/30000)]
The Blood Prison Heart Saber Scripture was still a little short of perfection. He closed his eyes and began cultivating, his spiritual force moving with the heart method to refine his saber intent. A day later, an aura of perfection emerged from him. His saber intent and spiritual force had reached a state where they could advance no further.
A saber-like light shone from between his brows, warping the air. He felt a slight swelling there.
His vast spiritual force seemed ready to surge out like a landslide and tsunami at a single thought.
Every strand of spiritual force was as keen as a blade.
It's time!
Without waiting any longer, Xu Yang willed it. As his points were consumed, a flood of insight emerged. By the time he opened his eyes, he understood the key to advancing the Blood Prison Heart Saber Scripture to the ninth layer.
He prepared the Profound Yin Spirit-Communing Grass, took a deep breath, and slowly began circulating