Inside Li Yan's cultivation chamber, in places invisible to the naked eye, streams of cool, clear power descended from the unseen and continuously entered Li Yan's crown.
At a certain moment, Li Yan, who had been sitting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.
The instant his eyes opened, two faint crescent moons seemed to appear within his pitch-black pupils, vanishing in a flash. It was as though a beam of moonlight had swept through the chamber.
Li Yan slowly rose to his feet. This was the first time he had moved his body in nearly seventy years.
As he stood, bursts of crackling bone pops rang out from his body.
"Although less than a hundred years have passed, it can barely be explained away. At a normal cultivation speed, it might take four or five hundred years to reach this level before it could truly be considered reasonable.
But I do not have that much time. By then, who knows what the lower realm will have become? Besides, after gaining the power of the cold moon, there are virtually no precedents to draw upon for cultivation..."
Li Yan thought to himself.
The cold moon power of his "Sacred Soul Transformation" had already accumulated to sixty percent. In fact, he had reached this level more than forty years ago.
Since he possessed the complete cultivation art, Li Yan had deliberately delayed his progress. He had not even used a single thousand-year Soul Crystal Sprout before reaching this level.
During the following years, however, Li Yan did not dare continue cultivating. If Elder Tang noticed it, the suspicious points surrounding him would only multiply.
Over the next several decades, he instead continued comprehending the "Sacred Soul Transformation," for the cultivation art he had obtained was exceedingly mysterious.
Although he did not