Lu Feng spoke. He still had a one-tier cultivation increase he had yet to use.
Now that everything had been dealt with, it was the perfect time to use it.
As Lu Feng's voice faded,
incomparably pure spiritual power poured into his body.
Then the aura around Lu Feng surged in an instant.
From the Peak Seventh Order of the Saint Realm, it continued climbing.
Not long after the spiritual power poured in, a soft pop sounded.
It was as though something had been broken open.
Then Lu Feng's aura grew stronger once more.
The next moment,
he had reached the Eighth Order of the Saint Realm.
And even after reaching the eighth tier, it still did not stop.
Early eighth tier... middle eighth tier... late eighth tier...
Only when he reached the peak did it finally stop.
The Eighth Order of the Saint Realm's peak.
"Not bad."
Lu Feng took stock of himself. His power had grown even more substantial.
His understanding of Dao Principles had deepened as well.
Still, Lu Feng felt it was far more suitable to let the Jie Sect Disciples comprehend them and feed their insights back to him.
People, after all, were meant to enjoy life.
Deep within Chaos.
Inside the Heavenly Dao space.
A third of Zhunti's primordial spirit was already missing.
His face was twisted, and the injury he had just suffered was clearly still tormenting him.
Hongjun frowned, his expression dark.
The most crucial point was not that Zhunti's primordial spirit had been taken, but that it had been taken right before his eyes.
Anger filled Hongjun's face.
He even considered acting immediately and heading to the Interception Sect to investigate.
But Hongjun dismissed that thought in an instant.
First, reason counseled against it. Second, the Investiture of the Gods had