"Pop."
A crisp sound came from deep within his body, as though it had risen from the very depths of him.
At once, a wild wind surged around him, and the closed flowers in the bed swayed wildly.
His robes billowed, as if he were about to ride the wind away.
Li Hongzhao, who had been cultivating in the small pavilion, opened her bright eyes and watched him curiously.
Then she frowned in astonishment.
Chu Zhiyuan still had his eyes closed, yet the aura around him grew increasingly powerful.
Li Hongzhao could already tell that Chu Zhiyuan's cultivation had advanced greatly. He had clearly risen another turn.
From the First Turn to the Second Turn.
That rate of progress was far too fast. Could Black Dragon Blood truly be so miraculous?
"Pop!"
Another crisp sound came from deep within Chu Zhiyuan's body.
It seemed to come from inside him, yet also seemed to drift in from the distant horizon. It was impossible to make out clearly, with a vague sense of distance and space.
Chu Zhiyuan's robes billowed again. The wild wind rose once more, and everything in the flower bed shook violently, as if it were about to be torn apart.
Li Hongzhao's bright eyes widened even further.
The gale gradually subsided. Chu Zhiyuan's robes slowly settled, and he opened his eyes.
His eyes flashed like lightning, suddenly illuminating the courtyard and outshining the moonlight.
Li Hongzhao asked, "Is this the... Third Turn?"
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and nodded. "Third Turn."
Li Hongzhao said, "With your cultivation advancing so quickly, won't there be hidden consequences?"
She had experienced a sudden surge in cultivation herself, and her control over True Essence had rapidly spiraled out of control.
If not for the wonder of the divine statue, she might not even have