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
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?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Well, that was that. This should make everything easier.
“Then it’s time to get out of here.”
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However, upon hearing this, everyone realised that the spiritual energy in this place was a bit thin.
It had to be known that the spiritual vein root had only gone in the space of Long Di’s physique a few minutes ago at most.
The richness of the spiritual energy should have kept them here for at least a few days if they waited for it to normally dissipate. Well, it wouldn’t just up and evaporate into thin air, their bodies would subconsciously absorb it. However, around twenty percent was already gone!
Even the dense fog above them had depleted a great deal.
“What’s going on?” Yaomu Baiyin asked.
Suddenly, Long Di shifted his attention to Lu Pei who was still cultivating. When he saw the latter’s cauldrons, a lone eyebrow rose in response.
Yaomu Shou and Yaomu Baiyin turned to look at Lu Pei and their expressions changed.
Lu Pei was now a Fourth Duan Martial Disciple, which wasn’t that impressive.
To be honest, it was downright abysmal. Most of the more talented experts here had all nine cauldrons and were already condensing their cores.
As for Long Di, well… we don’t discuss Long Di’s situation since he’s a first-rate freak in arguably every sense of the word.
Regardless, it wasn’t his realm that garnered their shock; it was his cauldrons.
He was able to pass the particularly difficult gap separating the third cauldron from the fourth cauldron. Every three levels in each realm is a known watershed in cultivation. So three to four, six to seven, or the infamous nine to the next realm presents a level of difficulty that banishes the mediocre from the elite.
Still, it wasn’t this fact that moved them. Lu Pei’s cauldrons were no longer bathed in the golden rune’s glow on his forehead. So their true appearance came to light.
His four cauldrons weren’t bronze, white, red, orange or anything beyond that. In fact, his cauldrons were rusty. They were so rusty that they were ugly!
The rust was so dense that certain areas flake
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