One year later, the ten thousand disciples selected to participate in the war against the foreign forces stepped onto five colossal flying vessels. The atmosphere was heavy with tension—most wore expressions of determination or anxiety.
Some with a mix of both.
Feng Fan, however, flew to the ship with a grin plastered on his face, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Who would have thought I'd be able to break through two small realms and reach the sixth stage of the Nascent Soul and Marrow Cleansing Realms in just one year?"
His rapid progress left him astonished, he could feel the increasing difficulty with each advancement. Even with his superior absorption rate and the vast resources at his disposal, the sheer amount of spiritual qi required for each breakthrough was becoming overwhelming.
