At the center of the drill grounds, the dust had yet to settle completely.
A figure clad in ferocious-looking, heavy black armor stood towering like a mountain. It was Qing Chen.
For powerful immortal cultivators, four and a half years passed in the flick of a finger.
But to Qing Chen, every moment was precious beyond measure. He could not afford to waste even a fraction of one.
To increase his strength, he had spared no expense, consuming a great many rare treasures:
One astonishingly potent high-grade Fortune Talisman, whose effects surpassed those of a mid-grade Fortune Talisman by more than tenfold;
Ten mid-grade Fortune Talismans, along with one Rising Sun Spirit Pill.
Under the combined enhancement of this high-grade Fortune Talisman and the spirit pill's medicinal power;
Qing Chen's Dharma cultivation had soared like a rocket, charging all the way from minor completion late Golden Core into peak Golden Core!
Even his physical body had grown tougher under the nourishment of this immense power, its foundation becoming ever more solid and stable.
There was really nothing unexpected about it. After all, he faced no bottleneck and also had the advantage of aptitude comparable to a mid-to-high-grade earth spiritual root.
This was equivalent to the results of decades of arduous cultivation for other cultivators.
The dark battle halberd in his hand now exuded a vicious aura, as though poised to devour its prey. It was the Pojun Battle Halberd, utterly transformed.
One day, carrying a Jade Slip of recommendation personally written by Chan Master Wuxiang, Qing Chen had sought out the fourth-tier artifact-refining grandmaster in the army who possessed Dharma Nascent Soul cultivation-a certain army supervisor.
After Qing Chen paid twenty thousand Middle-Grade Spirit Stones and that incomparably precious piece of essence of Geng Metal;
The grandmaster finally agreed to