A day later.

Yang Ye was seated cross-legged with his eyes closed in a dense forest within the Ninth Hell. A strand of invisible Sword Intent surged incessantly from within him before it surged back into his body! Moreover, countless strands of faint violet sword qi flickered ceaselessly around him. The sword qi didn’t attack anything, and it just flickered incessantly around Yang Ye, causing it to seem extremely shocking!

After the incident in the Nether God’s Tomb, Yang Ye was clearly aware of his insufficiencies. No matter if it was his Sword Intent, combat techniques, or cultivation, there was a certain gap between him and those monstrous geniuses of the central territory. If he didn’t possess the Nether Ghostflame that Elder Mu had given him, then his strength would truly be insufficient in the Ancient Battlefield!

Especially his cultivation, he’d relied on the tiny vortex all along the way, so his cultivation had improved too quickly. This was a good thing, yet it was also a bad thing! It was good because his cultivation had finally caught up with those monstrous geniuses of the central territory, and the bad thing was that it had been improved too quickly. His mental state was unable to catch up to his cultivation, so his cultivation...