"If this training doesn't kill me today, I'll train like this every day from now on! One day, I'll enter the fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth levels! Then I'll go in and out as I please and show you what I'm made of!"
Under the agonizing tempering, Tang Yan indulged in wild fantasies about the Nine Nether Fire Sea.
Luckily, the Nine Nether Fire Sea wasn't alive, or it would have burned this little bastard to death.
Time ticked away. With his meridians suffering such torment, the Spirit-Cleansing Pill was absorbed especially well.
Tang Yan could clearly feel his meridians constantly expanding and strengthening.
"Huh, how long has that guy been in there?" On the third level of the Nine Nether Fire Sea, a thin-faced youth stared at the entrance to the fourth level and asked.
"Over an hour. Damn it, if that guy doesn't come out soon, I won't even last here on the third level," the fatty beside him hollered.
"Useless. He's stayed on the fourth level this long, and you can't even handle the third," the thin-faced youth mocked.
"Tch, as if you could last much longer." The fatty was already drenched in sweat, but he still didn't forget to retort.
"I can last another two hours at most. If he doesn't come out by then, I'm leaving!" the thin-faced youth said dejectedly. "Damn it, I'm a Second Grade Earth Tier cultivator. Don't tell me a Profound Tier new student is going to show me up."
"Tch, what comparison? He already spent half a month on the third level before this. He beat you hands down ages ago," the fatty snarked beside him.
Similar conversations kept rising throughout the third level. Everyone stared at the entrance to the fourth level in shock, wondering why Tang