"How do you feel, senior brother?"
Myriad Phenomena Sect, Pure Yang Palace.
All the Void Refinement cultivators in the Daoist Grounds had gathered, along with some Spirit Transformation cultivators of special standing. Apart from them, a very small number of low- and mid-tier cultivators stood nervously behind the crowd.
Zhao Feng sat beside Wang Ba and the other foremost cultivators of the Little Cang Realm. At Wang Ba's question, a faint, unusual look flickered through his double pupils. He pondered before saying:
"It feels... quite extraordinary."
He glanced over the people below. Among them were a dozen or so others with double pupils like his, their cultivation realms varying widely and most of their faces unfamiliar.
Apart from Qian Baimao and An Changshou's reincarnation, he recognized none of them.
After some thought, he described it:
"After the immortal blood entered my body, my consciousness immediately grew muddled. Yet even as my consciousness sank, my perception of my surroundings was incredibly clear. It felt as though my entire skin had been replaced-even the wind blowing against me felt completely different... Some past difficulties in cultivation seemed to unravel themselves. I vaguely sensed that this was an opportunity that came once in a thousand years. In that muddled state, I could spare no attention for anything else and hurried to cultivate while it lasted. The results were indeed extraordinarily good, but..."
He unconsciously touched his eyes, frowning slightly.
"Although these double pupils remain, I don't feel anything unusual about them."
Wang Ba looked thoughtful at this, yet somewhat puzzled.
The improvement in cultivation comprehension should have been the effect of the immortal blood.
Yet the state his senior brother described seemed somewhat different from what Yu Wuhen and the Wu Ape King had experienced.
Yu Wuhen and the Wu Ape King had