“I heard the number of brilliant geniuses who died in Huang Xiaolong’s hands in this term’s Highgod Advancement Tournament isn't a small, and one of them was an even greater talent than Yelu Chufei, and Beitang Wuji, he was the Fortune Gate’s core disciple Fang Chu.” Qiu Baifei spoke solemnly, “The Fortune Gate is the Everlasting Galaxy’s most powerful and most ancient super force, not that much weaker compared to the current Wang Clan.”

He Feifan brightened, “What Master means is…?”

Qiu Baifei’s eyes gleamed, “The Fortune Gate is not a power the likes of which those Yelu and Beitang Families can be compared to, Huang Xiaolong can’t be arrogant for long.”

Very quickly, the one-month deadline arrived.

Sitting cross-legged in the Heavenly Mountain’s underground space, Huang Xiaolong who had been cultivating for the past one month slowly opened his eyes. Fine streaks of lightning flashed in the depth of his pupils.

After one month of continuous refinement, he finally finished absorbing the remaining energy inside...