He Pingsheng looked around the room.
There were a few crude formations.
He did not mind.
After all, the old monster across from him was at the Spirit Transformation Stage. Even setting up a third-grade formation would be useless.
Rather than toil for nothing, he might as well save himself the trouble.
After closing the door, He Pingsheng first cultivated calmly for two days before taking out the two Blood-Jade Purple-Skinned Jujubes.
The two purple-skinned jujubes were practically identical.
Eating one would let him break through his Dao obstacle and reach the twelfth layer of the Foundation Establishment Realm.
He Pingsheng felt rather unaccustomed to using something without enhancing it first.
But there was nothing he could do.
Under the very nose of a monster at the Spirit Transformation Stage, He Pingsheng would never dare enhance anything.
I'll just eat it!
He swallowed a Blood-Jade Purple-Skinned Jujube straight down.
Three breaths later, a powerful force sprang into existence inside him, carrying vast spiritual power as it raced through his meridians, over and over.
At a certain moment, that force lunged at an invisible, intangible flesh barrier.
The shackles of the eleventh layer of the Foundation Establishment Realm shattered within He Pingsheng.
He had reached the twelfth layer of the Foundation Establishment Realm.
One more step, and he could achieve Core Formation.
Core Formation itself was nothing to worry about. He Pingsheng had supreme-grade Origin-Reaching Pills.
The problem now was that he felt a little anxious.
So many people had called him a Great Fortune Bearer that even He Pingsheng could not help thinking along those lines.
A Great Fortune Bearer?
Just how great?
Eight-Nine Tribulation Lightning, or Ninety-Nine Tribulation Lightning?
Ninety-nine probably wasn't possible, since that could kill me.
But even eight-nine wouldn't be easy to survive.
It would be