After stepping onto the third level, Tang Yan felt the temperature double again. The scorching air made even breathing somewhat difficult.
"With my current strength, entering the fourth level would probably be very difficult." Assessing his condition, Tang Yan shook his head with a soft sigh. A quick glance showed that the third level also had over a thousand seats.
He chose a seat at random, sat down, and began cultivating.
Violent flames burrowed through his pores into his skin. Before long, his skin was crimson.
Although the process was agonizing, the True Qi within him was unusually active.
He focused on circulating the Supreme Pill Canon. After one full cycle, Tang Yan discovered to his delight that cultivating on the third level was several times more effective than on the second.
Time passed, second by second, minute by minute. Fifteen minutes, thirty minutes, forty-five minutes, an hour, two hours...
Only after three hours had passed did Tang Yan slowly rise.
The abundant Spiritual Qi within his body now forced him to stop cultivating. Taking a deep breath, Tang Yan got up and headed outside.
Elder Huo and Elder Zhen, who were playing a board game, now wore expressions of utter shock.
"Profound Tier Seventh Grade, yet he could stay on the third level of the Nine Nether Fire Sea for three hours..." Elder Zhen murmured. "He must be a prodigy in the Formation Martial Dao. Old Huo, this boy is mine!"
Elder Huo, who had looked as serene and otherworldly as an immortal, bristled at those words and snapped, "What nonsense are you spouting, you old fool!
"The Formation Martial Dao is complex and obscure. How much would it delay his cultivation? Having to practice martial skills and study formations would divide his attention and slow his progress.
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