Breakthroughs in Succession, Battle Power Soaring

Seven days passed quietly.

When Shen Yun emerged from seclusion again, he had refined all the Immortal Yuan Stones, and his cultivation had advanced as naturally as water flowing into a channel, breaking through to the eighth heaven of He Dao as easily as drinking water and eating a meal.

Even more terrifying was that his aura remained incomparably condensed, as if he had tempered himself in this realm for tens of millions of years, making even Azure Dragon cry out, "Monster."

This was the advantage brought by a deep foundation—the further one went into the later stages of cultivation, the more obvious this advantage became.

Look at the cultivators of his age. Even Shen Qiu, whose progress was the fastest, was only in the Spirit Transformation realm. And that was only because he had relied on many fortuitous encounters and had been forced to grow like a seedling yanked upward by Azure Venerable that he had achieved this much.

Yet compared with the eighth layer of He Dao, the difference was more than a hundred and eight thousand li. He simply could not even see the back of his neck, let alone match his achievements.

"Come exchange a few moves with me. Let me see how much you've improved this time."

Azure Dragon's golden eyes were like torches as he studied the increasingly unfathomable Shen Yun, and suddenly felt his hands itch a little.

During this time, he had borrowed the power of the Three Lights Scepter and recovered quite a bit more of his cultivation. Now he had completely stabilized at the Seventh Layer of Tribulation Transcendence. If he ran into the Taotie First Elder again, he could defeat him single-handedly.

"All right."

Shen Yun merely smiled slightly, starlight seeming to flow through his eyes, his expression