The Holy Sect.
Every disciple who approached the secret chamber felt unbearably oppressed. Even some who were cultivating in seclusion suffered cultivation deviation when they sensed this aura.
But a lucky few withstood the pressure and actually broke through on the spot.
More felt afraid and began moving away.
They did not know what had happened, but they heard the Holy Sect Master reassuring everyone, and many breathed a sigh of relief.
The Holy Sect Master was still there, so perhaps this was a good thing. Was he the one releasing this aura?
Wanwan was utterly astonished too. She had thought she could soon catch up with her lord, only to discover that he had left her even farther behind.
In an instant, all the ice covering Lin Lang shattered, and the fragments embedded themselves in the stone walls.
Wanwan swiftly waved the Heavenly Demon Sash to block the ice flying toward her. Even her arms went numb.
That terrifying aura suddenly vanished, and Lin Lang opened his eyes.
"Wanwan, how are you?"
Seeing Lin Lang wake, Wanwan said with a radiant smile, "My lord, that really hurt when it hit me just now."
Lin Lang said, "Mm, my primordial spirit has finally undergone its second transformation."
He had used the cold within the Thousand-Year Ice Soul to temper his primordial spirit continuously, restoring its yin-yang balance intent and completing its second transformation in one stroke. It was an unexpected delight even to him.
Previously, he had thought his primordial spirit would lag behind his true qi. Now, instead, transforming his true qi had become thirty-two times as difficult as an ordinary Heaven-Man breaking through to become a Martial Arts Myth.
But he was delighted, because the tempering cold had also made his true qi more condensed. Its second transformation