The sun and moon flew like shuttles, and time raced past. One day, four years later.
Inside the Stone House on the Cliff, quite a few things had changed.
A huge incense burner now stood in a formerly empty corner. A thick purple incense candle burned within it, giving off a fragrance that soothed the mind and lifted the spirits.
Several exquisite flowerpots had appeared by the window, each planted with crimson, lingzhi-like plants.
The empty wooden rack had been replaced with a jet-black iron one, which held an assortment of bottles and jars.
The original stone bed had also been replaced with a Crimson Jade Bed, with a Crimson Crystal set into a groove along its edge.
Wang Yu, who sat cross-legged on the jade bed practicing his breathing, suddenly shuddered. A crimson wave of energy surged wildly from his body, and he involuntarily threw back his head with a long cry. The spiritual energy fluctuations around him soared, increasing by more than a third in the blink of an eye.
Wang Yu opened his eyes and stopped his cry. With a flick of his sleeve, a stream of red light swept out, circled the room once, then flew back into his body and vanished.
In those brief moments, however, the room had become scorching hot, as though he were standing beside a furnace.
"So this is the power of the sixth layer of the Fire Spirit Art. It looks like I can use it in actual combat now," Wang Yu murmured, a smile spreading across his face.
In just four short years, he had crossed two minor realms, advancing from the fourth layer of Qi Refining to the sixth layer.
Wang Yu formed a hand seal with one hand. After circulating the sixth layer of the Fire Spirit