Chapter 1223 - Primordial Pagoda
A sixth-grade spiritual pill could raise a cultivator in the Origin Conversion Realm by one whole level unconditionally. Yet Liu Wuxie had to consume two to push himself to the fifth level of the Transcendent Realm.
If such news were to spread, no one would believe it.
The combined energy from the Pure Yang Pills and the astral stones condensed into the shape of a divine dragon that rampaged within him. Since he was cultivating the Panwu Divine Art, his body's capacity had expanded many times over, with countless star nodes burning like constellations across his frame.
Each of his meridians shone like a flowing galaxy, intertwining into a vast star river through which the divine dragon shuttled.
The repeated impacts made him tremble violently, flooding him with unbearable pain. It was a clear warning; his physique was struggling to keep pace with his cultivation. Strike after strike failed to break the gateway to the fifth-level Transcendent Realm, and the backlash forced him to spit blood.
Drawing in a heavy breath, Liu Wuxie roared from within. The dragon in his meridians bellowed in response, and a phantom dragon appeared above him, opening its maw to devour every strand of spiritual energy within thousands of meters of him.
The spectacle captured the attention of countless eyes across the sect. Elder Long, who had just returned from Avatar Star, froze upon sensing the aura. He hadn't resumed cultivation but had been tracing the reason behind the Heavenly Dragon Seal's disappearance.
"It's that boy again," Elder Long muttered, staring at the horizon where dragon aura surged like a storm.
In recent days, he had been scouring old records and finally uncovered clues: the great war of ages past had bound the Heavenly Dragon Seal. His own ancestor had marched into battle wielding both the Heavenly Dragon Seal and the Dragon Clan Scepter, only to vanish with them when a fragment of the continent tore away.
Meanwhile, all of Liu Wuxie's true essence rushed from his desolate world to strengthen the phantom dragon surging with a seemingly endless dragon aura.
With another earth-shattering impact, the gateway to the fifth-level Transcendent Realm crumbled into dust.
The instant the barrier shattered, the heavens shifted. A massive vortex opened above his courtyard, drawing spiritual energy in torrents. He Yingwu, cultivating nearby, no longer needed to refine astral stones; the energy pouring down was more than enough to propel his breakthrough.