Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
A new wave of strength rattled my bones and I could see where my bones took on a faint blue lustre. Their strength and tenacity also grew several times over.
Yep, that’s a big step in the right direction. I was now an Early-Stage First Duan Martial Disciple body cultivator!
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Many benefits came with this stage. The benefit being that my cauldrons, or to be more specific, one of them, found use once more.
However, there was one thing that I knew for sure. My cauldron, though it retained its black and crystalline features on top of finally coming to life, only had a fraction’s fraction of a fraction (many fractions I know. Math is an ever-present evil wherever we go) of its true potential on display.
Its pressure was far more subdued than I ever remembered it being, and the speed of its rotation was slowed as well.
That meant that my somatic essence was only able to draw out a lower-grade cauldron’s power from my black crystal cauldrons.
Within the Sapphire Verse, every eleven tempers represented a cauldron being forged to perfection.
However, it didn’t mean that simply performing the Eleven Tempers meant that I reached the peak of that particular level. The execution of each temper could be further polished to new heights.
That would in turn allow for its tempering of the body to be even more efficient and streamlined causing a perfect energy transfer towards the next temper as well.
So I needed to make sure that all eleven tempers and their executions reached the peak of perfection before I moved on.
My body needs to feel that perfection (good lord, even in my head that sounds sus) so as to allow my cauldrons to find their full potential in use once more.
With that in mind, I went straight for the Eleventh Temper!
I was still reeling from the Tenth Temper so my grip tightened even more on my hammer as I brought it towards myself.
Whoosh!
“Crap, I missed.”
The flames roared once more, and my skin was now beginning to suffer from prolonged exposure to the flames. Several large sections of my skin were charred beyo
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