Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 971: Advancing Another Step
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1233- Represent Earth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.2
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 344 - Giving No Chances
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 645: So What if You're the Number One Person in Sword Dao?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 356: The Most Special Me
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 277: Enough
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 276: Bride
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 355: The Most Normal Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1230- Everyone's world
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 969: White Bone Divine Lord
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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