In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.
Song Yan sat cross-legged in the Cultivation Room, wisps of Spiritual Power slowly gathering around him.
After half a month of recuperation, nearly all his injuries had healed.
He had also returned to his daily routine of condensing Spiritual Power and advancing his cultivation.
To his pleasant surprise, despite taking no precious pills over these past days, his cultivation had still advanced at a tremendous pace.
It was as though something were helping push his cultivation steadily forward.
After thinking it over, he supposed it might have been due to the unbroken string of battles and deadly struggles lately.
When cultivators walked the edge between life and death, their bodies, Divine Sense, Spiritual Power, and even their heart of the Dao-seeker would have their potential awakened under extreme pressure.
The sect's Sword Polishing naturally fell far short of life-and-death combat, but consecutive battles could still have some effect.
Throughout history, there had never been any shortage of tales of heaven-blessed geniuses attaining sudden enlightenment through a single battle.
It was perfectly normal for him to reap a little benefit for his cultivation.
He had spent a year and a half, nearly two years, at the Qi Refining Seventh Layer and was now only a few steps away from the Qi Refining Eighth Layer.
Although breaking through in the short term would be difficult, he still wanted to try before leaving the sect.
After all, breaking through each barrier in the late Qi Refining stage brought an enormous improvement.
If he could break through before setting out on his travels, his ability to protect himself would improve greatly.
The Spirit Stone in his hand gradually turned dull gray before finally breaking apart with a crack.
"Hmm..."
Song Yan frowned slightly