Ren Feifan stayed in the cultivation room for an entire day.
His Dao heart was crystal clear.
The drop of Asura's essence blood had already become somewhat violent, even disturbing the cultivation room's magnetic field.
Meanwhile, the Sacred Sect was bustling with activity today, almost completely illuminated.
The Sacred Sect disciples were immersed in relentless battles and sparring, their strength continuously climbing. Some disciples even broke through during their battles.
The breakthrough aura of the entire Sacred Sect surged once more.
Suddenly, an urgent ringing sound echoed from a cultivation room not far from the arena.
Ren Feifan's eyes snapped open, his gaze resembling a sky full of stars in the night. He glanced at the caller ID.
The call was from Wang Zhen.
It seemed the preparations were nearly complete.
Ren Feifan's lips curved slightly as he pressed the answer button.
