Mo Jianming nodded slightly. Regardless of success or failure, Tang Yan had indeed helped the Mo Lineage. This was a favor they could repay.
Everyone stared anxiously at the black mist, unsure which way things would turn.
At the bottom of the Yin-Yang Abyss.
The Heaven-Earth Creation Cauldron's overwhelming power was on full display at that moment-as long as there was suitable Spiritual Qi, Lord Cauldron would lift you high.
The Yin Nether Qi that terrified outsiders slipped gently and obediently into the Heaven-Earth Creation Cauldron, which then fed back mild Spiritual Qi to aid Tang Yan's cultivation.
Tang Yan's strength rose swiftly, like a shooting star chasing the moon.
Xiantian Sixth Grade.
Xiantian Seventh Grade.
Xiantian Eighth Grade.
Xiantian Ninth Grade!
Only when his strength reached ninth-rank peak did his advancement finally stop.
Tang Yan knew that advancing across a major rank required a certain opportunity. Besides, leaping so many grades at once was enough to make countless geniuses jealous if word got out.
As the Heaven-Earth Creation Cauldron devoured the Yin Nether Qi beneath the spring, nibbling like a silkworm and gulping like a whale, it gradually began to run dry. Tang Yan looked up. The black mist above the abyss was thinning. It seemed this crisis would be resolved completely.
Glancing at the Token at the spring's source, Tang Yan beckoned again.
Perhaps because it no longer had the support of the Yin Nether Qi, there was little resistance this time, and the Token flew straight into his hand.
The Token was pitch-black all over and icy to the touch, with a ferocious black dragon baring its fangs and claws carved on its surface. Not knowing what it was, he set it aside for the time being.
After a little consideration, he lightly swept the Heaven-Earth Creation