361: The power of refining primordial yin is terrifying.

She lowered her head to look at Yao Delong, who sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his aura fluctuating violently as he exerted all his strength to stabilize his Realm.

At this moment, his aura had already stabilized at the Late Nascent Soul Stage,

and, propelled by that pure primal yin power, he had advanced triumphantly all the way,

actually breaking directly through the Bottleneck of the Late Nascent Soul Stage to reach the astonishing Nascent Soul Perfection Realm!

He was only half a step away from that Peak of Perfection!

In just one session of Dual Cultivation, he had broken through two Realms in succession! From the Peak of the Middle Nascent Soul Stage, he had reached Nascent Soul Perfection directly!

Even with Leng Yuekui's state of mind, she could not help but be slightly moved at this moment, a trace of gratification and complexity flashing in her eyes.

She nodded gently, and with a wave of her jade hand, the moon-white dress on the ground was already donned neatly,

restoring her once again to that Fairy appearance, cold like the moon and untainted by dust.

She took one last look at the Disciple immersed in his Cultivation,

and her figure, as if merging into the moonlight, disappeared silently from the Secret Chamber.

She did not want to face that indescribable awkwardness when Yao Delong finished his Cultivation and their eyes met.

Inside the Secret Chamber, only Yao Delong remained.

His Yuan power surged like the sea, golden light flowing around him, and his Nascent Soul sat cross-legged in his Sea of Consciousness,

several times more solid than before, emitting a flawless and perfect precious light.

An unprecedented sense of powerful strength filled his limbs and bones!

When Yao Delong slowly opened his eyes from his deep meditative state,

it was already broad daylight outside the Secret Chamber, and the morning sun shone through the lattice windows, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground.

"Hoo..."

A long, turbid breath was exhaled, carrying a faint golden glow that condensed in the air without dissipating.

He inspected his own body internally; in his Sea of Consciousness, that sitting Nascent Soul looked solemn,

its whole body flowing with golden light, several times more solid than before, radiating an aura that was perfect, flawless, thick, and majestic!

An unprecedentedly powerful strength surged through his limbs and bones, as if he could shake mountains with every gesture!

Nascent Soul Perfection! Only half a step away from the Peak!

Yao Delong stretched his limbs, and a series of crackling explosions like popping beans immediately sounded from within his body,

which was the manifestation of power filled to the extreme. He was slightly surprised, then understood.

It was not his first time with his Revered Master Leng Yuekui, but last time, his cultivation was low,

and his Revered Master had only fulfilled his wish, not truly operating a Heaven Rank Cultivation Technique like the "Nine Nether Profound Yin True Scripture",

nor had she transferred that most pure Innate Profound Yin Origin power, which belonged to the first time, into his body.

What the System extracted last time was merely a wisp of primal yin power, which helped him break through to the ninth level of Qi Condensation.

But this time, it was Dual Cultivation and power transmission in the true sense, actively guided by a Void Refining Realm Profound Yin Physique, without any reservations!

That majestic Innate Profound Yin Origin was the key to his breaking through two Realms in succession!

"So that's how it is."

A smile curled on the corner of Yao Delong's mouth, feeling refreshed.

Since his cultivation was stabilized and he had already said goodbye to Lin Qingxue and the others, there was no need to delay any further.

He quickly dressed, his figure flashed, and he appeared in the courtyard of his own Luoxia Peak.

His gaze swept over the small nest made of warm jade in the corner,

where a small Flood Dragon, snow-white all over with scales as crystal clear as jade, was curled up inside,

sleeping sweetly; it was the Little White Flood Dragon Qiong Shuang.

The little one seemed to be dreaming of some delicious food, and its pink little tongue unconsciously licked the corner of its mouth.

Yao Delong chuckled, reached out with his big hand, and scooped it up directly.

"Woo... Ao?"

Qiong Shuang opened its large ice-blue eyes in a daze, not having reacted yet,

only feeling the world spinning, and when it looked closely, it saw that it had already been tucked into Yao Delong's sleeve,

with the whistling wind in its ears and mountains and rivers flashing by below.

"Go back to sleep, we are on our way." Yao Delong's voice entered the sleeve.

Qiong Shuang shook its little head in dissatisfaction,

but feeling the terrifying aura on its big brother that was many times stronger than before,

and the wind pressure brought by the high-speed flight outside the sleeve, it very sensibly shrank its body,

found a comfortable position, and went back to its sweet dream.

Anyway, if the sky falls, its big brother would hold it up.

Yao Delong turned into a brilliant golden-red stream of light, like a meteor tearing through the sky,

speeding away from the Yin Yang Sect at an astonishing speed! Target—Bichu City!

Not long after he left the area of Luoxia Peak, a patch of void near the main Peak rippled slightly like water.

The figure of Peak Master of Heavenly Sword Peak Li Cen emerged silently,

his gaze, deep as an abyss, piercing through space, firmly locking onto that golden-red Escape Light moving into the distance.

"Hmm?"

On Li Cen's eternally cold and stern face, for the first time, a look of obvious astonishment appeared.

His Divine Thought swept over, clearly sensing the heat like a furnace on Yao Delong,

and the perfect, flawless aura of Nascent Soul Perfection!

"Half a month ago, Middle Nascent Soul Stage... now, Nascent Soul Perfection?"

Even with Li Cen's state of mind, his sword heart could not help but tremble slightly at this moment.

This was no longer simple Cultivation speed; it was simply defying common sense!

However, thinking of all the Heaven-Defying performances this kid had shown over the past year or so,

Li Cen quickly suppressed his shock, a trace of expectation flashing in his eyes instead:

"This child... perhaps he really can shine in this beast tide, to the point where even the Demon Sects will be chilled by it."

His figure merged into the void again, like a guarding shadow, following far behind Yao Delong.

Yao Delong did not choose the high-consumption Void Realm travel.

Although he could perform it at Nascent Soul Perfection, the journey to Bichu City was thousands of miles away,

and if the consumption was too great along the way, it might be difficult to exert his full strength when he arrived at the battlefield.

With his current cultivation, performing his light-transformation escape technique at full strength was also astonishingly fast, and half a day would be enough.

As he kept approaching Bichu City on the edge of the Great Desolate Forest, the atmosphere in the air suddenly became oppressive.

The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, which was originally quite rich, began to be mixed with strands of fierce, violent, and blood-scented Demonic Qi.

Along the way, those villages and small towns scattered on the plains and hills,

were long since abandoned, leaving only broken walls and ruins and the mess that could not be cleaned up in time,

silently telling of the terror and panic of the beast tide.

"The situation is even more severe than expected."

Yao Delong frowned slightly, and his Escape Light speed increased by another thirty percent.

The golden-red Escape Light tore through the sky, and Yao Delong's speed was astonishingly fast,

the barren hills and sparse woodlands below receding rapidly.

The fierce Demonic Qi permeating the air became thicker and thicker, like invisible miasma, foreshadowing the tragic nature of the battlefield ahead.

His Divine Thought spread out like a tide, and the scene dozens of miles ahead was clearly reflected in Yao Delong's Sea of Consciousness.

A group of about thirty Cultivators was moving along an abandoned official road,

struggling to advance toward Bichu City. They were dressed in uniform light cyan cloud-patterned tight-fitting outfits,

with a flowing cloud mark embroidered on their chests; they were Disciples of the "Liuyun Sect," a second-rate Sect not too far from Bichu City.

The leader was a young man with a calm face and a thick aura, whose cultivation was at the Middle Golden Core Stage,

obviously the leader of this team. There were also several Early Golden Core Stage Cultivators in the team,

and the rest were all Late Foundation Establishment Stage or even Perfection, whose overall strength was quite good among the reinforcement teams.

However, they were in trouble at this moment.

Just not far from the flank of the team, an old man at the Foundation Establishment Mid-stage, with tattered clothes and a floating aura,

was fleeing for his life, his face filled with extreme fear.

Behind him, a behemoth was in hot pursuit!