Elder Jia Yuan walked out of the Ancestral Shrine, looking tired. His face was pale, and he seemed to have aged a lot. He was bleeding from his seven orifices, and his internal organs were damaged.
He stumbled over to Jia Jiu. The latter's expression changed drastically when he saw this. He quickly supported Elder Jia Yuan and asked, "Elder Jia Yuan, what's wrong?"
He was surprised that Elder Jia Yuan was fine before he entered the Ancestral Shrine. Why was he like this when he came out? Could he have gone through a great battle in the Ancestral Shrine?
Jia Jiu shook his head and rejected this idea. The Ancestral Shrine was built by the Jialuo Clan's higher-ups. Its purpose was to allow the clan members in the core area to communicate with the clan. Ordinary people were not allowed to enter the Ancestral Shrine, and outsiders were not allowed to get close either. No one could sneak into the Ancestral Shrine.
Thus, there was only one possibility.
Elder Jia Yuan had suffered a backlash when he used the Reincarnation Orb, and it had only manifested when he returned it.
"I'm fine."
Elder Jia Yuan shook his head. Although his situation was not optimistic, he was fine. His voice even contained a trace of desolation.
He lifted his head and looked in the direction of Fang Chen's courtyard. A strange look flashed in the depths of his eyes. After which, he sighed softly, as if he was powerless to reverse the situation.
"Why is it like this?"
Finally, Elder Jia Yuan returned to his residence to rest with Jia Jiu's help.
However, after he came out of the Ancestral Shrine, he became unusually silent, as if he was a different person. Jia Jiu was very curious. He wanted to know what had happened to Elder Jia Yuan in the Ancestral Shrine, or what he had seen or learned.
Otherwise, it would not have been like this.
However, Elder Jia Yuan still refused to speak under his relentless questioning. In the end, the matter was left unsettled.
In an independent courtyard.
Fang Chen sat cross-legged with his battle saber stabbed into the ground in front of him.
Buzz!
His body was filled with boundless energy, as if he was a God of War. Layers of ripples covered his body, making him look extremely powerful and domineering. After such a long period of cultivation and refinement, his physical body had already reached the limit below the Supreme-Being level.
Now, his Ultimate Power had also undergone a huge transformation. After comprehending the battle blade for a month, he was surprised to discover that his original 10 Ultimate Powers had actually become 15.
What did this mean?
This meant that he had taken a new step towards the Eleventh Level Saint Realm.
As a Tenth Order True Saint, Huang Xiaolong was already so powerful. Huang Xiaolong was very curious. If he stepped into the Eleventh Order True Saint Realm, to what extent would his battle prowess soar?
"It's hard to imagine how strong the warriors of the ancient civilization were."
Fang Chen could not help but sigh. He only had a superficial understanding of the complete cultivation system of the ancient civilization.
Even so, with his current strength, he was already considered a rare existence. It was difficult to find an opponent in the Saint Realm, unless it was a top powerhouse who had touched the threshold of Supremacy.
However, in this Age of Doom, there were no such powerhouses. Even if there were, they wouldn't come out. Instead, they would cultivate in seclusion and break through to the Primal Chaos Supreme Realm.
Of course.
Fang Chen's greatest enemy was still the Devouring Demon Tribe. This tribe was too strong and was born to destroy. There were countless experts in the tribe.
So far, he had not fought against the top powerhouses of the Devouring Demon Tribe.
In particular, the legendary leader of the Devouring Demon Tribe was a genuine Primal Chaos Supreme Realm expert. Once he came out of seclusion and Huang Xiaolong had not stepped into the Primal Chaos Supreme Realm, the entire Primal Chaos Realm would be reduced to nothingness.
That was not something that Huang Xiaolong wanted to see. Therefore, he could only do his best to improve his strength.
"For my family, for my wife and daughter, I must succeed."
Fang Chen clenched his fists and his eyes flashed with determination.
Buzz!
At that moment, his Primordial Spirit at the Dao Manifestation level resonated with the battle saber. The battle saber emitted a resonant saber hum. Immediately after, Fang Chen's body trembled. Immediately after, a powerful consciousness drilled into the battle saber.
Dong dong dong!
In the next moment, he seemed to see a whole new world. His entire being was immersed in the sea.
There was a gray aura everywhere. He was immersed in it, trying his best to explore the world. "What is this?"
Fang Chen vaguely felt that this was most likely the epitome of the Primal Chaos Supreme Realm. He seemed to have grasped something and madly attacked the gray mist, wanting to reach the end of the Nirvana Realm. However, he was blocked time and time again. He did not give up and kept trying.
Time passed by slowly.
In the blink of an eye, three hundred years had passed.
For an expert like Fang Chen, three hundred years was just a snap of the fingers.
During this period, Fang Chen had comprehended a small part of the mysteries of the battle blade. At the same time, his primordial spirit and the core of the battle blade had successfully built a bridge. As long as he was willing, he could enter the core to comprehend at any time. This also made his combat strength soar.
Now, the Ultimate Power in his body had reached ninety strands.
According to the records, the Eleventh Level of the Saint Realm needed to condense one hundred strands of Ultimate Power. This meant that he was infinitely close to the Eleventh Level of the Saint Realm.
Whoosh!
At a certain moment, he slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a mouthful of turbid Qi. There was a bright smile on his face.
The benefits of three hundred years of comprehension were too great.
Tempering his physical body, tempering his primordial spirit, and condensing Ultimate Power were all important to him.
He looked inwardly into his mind. In his Primordial Spirit, there was a white mark. This small mark was taken from the core part of the battle saber. After his research, this white mark was most likely left behind by a Supreme Being.
In other words, as long as he completely refined the small mark, he would be able to touch the threshold of Supreme-Being.
Whoosh!
Fang Chen stopped cultivating. The battle blade in front of him was dim and lifeless, like an ordinary long blade. Dust covered his body.
Creak!
The door opened and Princess Huang, dressed in a white dress, walked in. There was a faint smile on her fair face. "You finally came out of seclusion."
She had waited for three hundred years. During this time, Princess Huang was worried that Fang Chen would be corroded by the great evil of the Netherworld and lose his mind. But in the end, she was stopped by Elder Jia Yuan.
After returning from the ancestral shrine, Elder Jia Yuan seemed to have a lot on his mind. It was as if he knew some unknown secret.
Especially when he looked at Fang Chen, there was a complicated expression on his face.
"Mm." Fang Chen nodded.
At this time, Jia Jiu walked in with Elder Jia Yuan supporting him.
After seeing Elder Jia Yuan's condition, Fang Chen was puzzled. "What happened? Why is Elder Jia Yuan so weak?"
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