"I can feel it, this elixir is almost like it's alive..."
"And as it continued to be refined, the Sword Infant felt much stronger right away… So the growth of the Nascent Soul indeed can't do without some objects rich in spirituality, can it?"
Inside the Dantian, the tiny Sword Infant swallowed the blue bird in one gulp, even let out a satisfied burp, and then sat cross-legged, starting to assault the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.
…
Time flew like an arrow.
Even though a Nascent Soul True Monarch could easily decide the rise and fall of a local power, after death, they remain but dust.
Although many powers of the Outer Sea had undergone reshuffling, the situation had gradually stabilized for the true high-level figures.
That day,
inside the Sea Market Transmission Hall,
silver Array Patterns were flickering as a Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator with a hooked nose strode out.
"Island Master Pengmo, I pay my respects."
