Inside Chaoyang Hall.
Zhaang Ye was refining the Ancient Power within his body, sliver by sliver. As he did, a dense golden light began to emanate from him. This light was like the midday sun—masculine, tyrannical, and extreme. As the golden light circulated, it sounded like pieces of metal clashing against each other, letting out a series of clear, resounding CLANGS!
This was already Zhaang Ye's third month in seclusion.
Over these three months, Zhaang Ye had refined the Ancient Power within him bit by bit. By now, he had refined ninety-nine percent of it, and the Celestial River Righteous Qi inside him had grown to an inconceivable level. His Spiritual Power had also strengthened in tandem with his Celestial River Righteous Qi.
'I've refined ninety-nine percent of the Ancient Power in my body! The critical moment is finally here! I will use the Tolerance Power I comprehended to transform all my other powers into Celestial River Righteous Qi and enter a whole new world!'
