The Wuxie Sect!
Inside an enormous palace hall, Ye Han sat cross-legged on the Soul-Refining Meditation Cushion, rings of dragon-shaped aura swirling endlessly around him...
The Heaven and Earth spiritual energy throughout the palace surged madly into Ye Han as he immersed himself in cultivation.
Suddenly!
Crack! A muffled sound came from Ye Han's body, as though the bones inside him had collided.
Then!
Crack, crack, crack!!! A string of popping and snapping sounds erupted from his bones...
Then nine Ink Dragons flew out of his aura and circled endlessly around him, causing his aura to surge wildly in an instant.
Ye Han's eyes snapped open, and a suffocating golden light shot from them...
Sensing the changes in his body's aura, Ye Han exclaimed in delight, "I did it! Not only has my Heavenly Dragon Tyrant Body Art advanced, but my Eightfold Bone Refining Art has finally broken through too. My cultivation has reached the fifth layer of the Nascent Soul Realm!"
As he spoke, spirit light from his spell power shimmered in his hand, and the nine Ink Dragons flew out. He marveled, "These nine Ink Dragons really are treasures!"
Indeed! Although Teacher Lan Qing and Wuxie Scholar had both urged Ye Han to accompany them to that Star Continent to search for an ascension passage into the Upper Realm.
Ye Han had refused no matter what they said. His excuse was that his battle with the Nine Wounds Devil Lord had exhausted too much of his spell power and left him injured, while Wu Xuantian's attack had piled snow onto frost, worsening both his injuries and his depleted spell power.
At the very least, they would have to wait until his cultivation recovered and his injuries healed.
Wuxie Scholar and Teacher Lan Qing could not sway him. Wuxie