Chapter 838: Seven Years Later (2/2)
“Fang Chu is our Fortune Gate’s greatest talent in a million years, being able to form the Fortune Gate in just one thousand eight hundred years of cultivation; although it is only a vague form of the gate, the average Fourth Order Highgod Realm master wouldn't be his match.” Chief Wang Yu nodded in agreement, adding, “Taking a spot in the top three shouldn’t be difficult for him. The first place, however, it is hard to say.”
“Chief is overestimating the others’ strength, even the Eternal Galaxy’s Wangu Yanhui, Zhou Yao, and Mu Qi are not a match for Fang Chu in my opinion.” The Fortune Gate’s Grand Elder went on, “When Fang Chu obtains the first place, he’ll bring abundant auspicious qi to our Fortune Gate, restoring our glorious days from the ancient times!”
Similar scenes were taking place in various places within the hundred thousand galaxies. Almost all prominent forces in these galaxies were discussing the same topic, how dazzling their sect’s disciples will be in the upcoming Highgod Advancement Tournament.
These prominent sects and families were generously taking out the various rare treasures they had been hoarding for their most talented disciples to refine in order to improve their strength, hence increasing their chances of getting better results.
Of course, Huang Xiaolong wasn’t aware of all this.
Sitting cross-legged inside the Xumi Temple, seventeen strands of essence floated out from the two-million-years-old herbs, flooding Huang Xiaolong’s body, while the Treasure Dragon diagram was greedily devouring that energy.
Then again, the essence from seventeen stalks of two-million-year-old herbs entering his body at the same time was a little overwhelming. Even with his True Dragon Physique, Huang Xiaolong found it hard to bear.
At one point, the essence energy was so abundant that Huang Xiaolong became bloated. Then his body continued to expand, stretching his skin and flesh so much that blood began to ooze out from the fine cracks.
These minuscule dots of blood oozing out from his skin were slightly dark, and after a while, they started emitting a very faint gray qi.
The seventeen medicinal herbs were expelling the last traces of impurities from Huang Xiaolong’s body.
Inwardly, Huang Xiaolong felt as if every part of his body was being torn apart by a horrifying giant monster. His body protested from the tearing pain that came in never-ending waves, but Huang Xiaolong gritted his teeth like he was biting on the last shred of consciousness, absorbing all the essence energy and turning it into god battle qi and true immortal essence force.
Again and again, he compressed the force within his Qi Sea and dantian to make more space, so that he could continue to absorb even more energy.
In fact, in the last sixty years, he had been compressing the energies in his Qi Sea and dantian to the extreme. Even now, he was doing the same thing. Like a piece of steel being tempered, under Huang Xiaolong’s repeated compression, his Qi Sea and dantian became harder than a divine artifact.
At the same time, his soul was also tempered by the essence energy of that seventeen two-million-years-old herb, causing his soul’s clarity to reach another level, sharp and intense.
One year, two years, three years…
Gradually, Huang Xiaolong’s bloated body started shrinking back to his normal size. Blood continued to ooze out, but his skin was emitting a prism of colorful lights.
These lights were condensed from the essence of those seventeen medicinal herbs.
Soon, seven years had passed.
The seventeen two-million-years-old-old herbs that were floating in front of Huang Xiaolong turned to ashes and crumbled, disappearing from the world. Two months earlier, Huang Xiaolong had already refined every last strand of their essence.
Still sitting in a cross-legged posture, Huang Xiaolong opened his eyes. In the next moment, he appeared in the outer space above the Martial Spirit World.
He then blew out a breath. His breath turned into waves of energy rushing outward, reaching as far as a million li before vanishing.
“Seven years have passed, it’s time to head to the Black Warrior Institute.” Huang Xiaolong muttered under his breath. Just by standing there he exuded a whelming aura.