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  "This... how is this possible?"

  Yang Tian's pupils shrank suddenly, his mouth hanging open in shock as he stared at the space before him in disbelief.

  Compared to before, the space inside the Ancestral Dragon Ring had expanded by several meters. The soil on the ground was identical to what was there before, as if it had always existed.

  Having suffered a great calamity since childhood, Yang Tian had developed a keen sense of vigilance. Naturally, he didn’t miss this subtle but astonishing change in the ring.

  "Could it be because of my cultivation progress?" Yang Tian rubbed his forehead, murmuring in disbelief. A spatial treasure that could grow—he had never even heard of such a thing. And the Ancestral Dragon Ring’s abilities were eerily mysterious. If the powerful figures of the continent found out, it would surely ignite a bloody storm.

  "Sigh… What exactly happened in my family’s past?"

  Giants, the Battle Sky Technique, the Ancestral Dragon Ring, and the events of the previous day—all of it was shrouded in mystery, making his future path uncertain. He could vaguely sense that whatever force had brought the once-renowned Yang Clan of the Eastern Continent to ruin must be unimaginably powerful.

  "No matter what lies ahead, I, Yang Tian, will personally slay my enemies! Even if you stand at the pinnacle of this continent, I will cut you down!" His eyes flashed with a sharp glint as he let out a low, resolute growl.

  After a brief moment of silence, Yang Tian dug into the earth, carefully planting the Vermilion Fruit Tree. Just as he was about to leave, his body suddenly froze. His eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the tree slowly absorb the surrounding spiritual energy. The rate of absorption was several times faster than in the outside world! More astonishingly, he could clearly sense the tree’s vitality growing.

  "This is heaven-defying..."

  Yang Tian sat down dazedly, staring blankly at the Vermilion Fruit Tree. He murmured under his breath. If he could accelerate the cultivation of spiritual herbs, he could one day become one of the richest men on the continent. More than that, this ability would greatly enhance his chances of becoming a high-level alchemist.

  Upon breaking through to the Martial Realm, those with a fire-attribute constitution would develop a trace of true flame within their bodies, which could be nurtured into the ability to refine pills. Yang Tian just so happened to have a fire-attribute physique.

  Alchemy was one of the most resource-intensive professions on the continent, consuming vast amounts of spiritual herbs daily—far beyond what ordinary people could afford. If he could become a high-level alchemist, the influence he would wield was beyond imagination.

  The immense appeal of alchemists attracted countless powerful individuals willing to serve as their protectors. They were one of the most formidable groups on the continent, sought after by every major force. From Yang Tian’s rapid improvement over the past few days alone, he could already see the incredible prestige of alchemists.

  "I’ll think about that after I break through to the Martial Realm first."

  Suppressing his excitement, Yang Tian sprinted out of the cave.

  Time flew by.

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  A month had passed. The treasure-hunting frenzy in the Beast Mountain Range had started to subside, but some persistent individuals still roamed the area. Compared to before, the number of people in the mountain range had more than doubled.

  After a month of life-and-death battles, Yang Tian’s aura had undergone a complete transformation. He now stood behind a towering tree, his entire presence retracted, his vitality deep and steady like submerged water, as if he had entered a state of hibernation.

  Through rigorous training, Yang Tian had reached the peak of the Fifth Level of Blood Refinement. His combat techniques had advanced by leaps and bounds, and his battle instincts had improved several times over.

  At this moment, his sharp gaze locked onto his prey in the distance. His expression was cold and devoid of emotion. It was clear that the instant he moved, an overwhelming killing intent would erupt.

  Suddenly, Yang Tian’s half-closed eyes snapped open, a piercing light flashing within them. At the same time, a hint of murderous intent seeped into the air.

  The fierce beast feeding in the distance suddenly froze. Its fur bristled as if struck by lightning, and terror filled its eyes. It felt as though an ancient, monstrous predator had locked onto it. Without hesitation, it bolted forward at full speed.

  At that precise moment, Yang Tian moved!

  His previously restrained aura exploded, his blood surging like a blazing furnace, crimson light shooting skyward. His footwork was swift—after taking just three steps, his figure shot forward like lightning, instantly closing the gap of several dozen meters. His clenched fist radiated a dazzling red glow, almost solid in form.

  "Die!" He whispered coldly.

  A crimson fist imprint tore through the air with a deafening sonic boom, smashing directly into the beast’s abdomen.

  "Boom!"

  A thunderous crash echoed, accompanied by the sickening sound of bones shattering.

  Yang Tian’s punch was too fast, directly piercing through the beast’s abdomen. The sheer force of his blood energy continued to rampage inside its body. The beast convulsed violently on the ground for a few moments, its eyes still filled with fear, before its body went completely still.

  A single strike—instant kill!

  A Sixth-Level Blood Refinement beast, slain in one blow!

  "Father once said that only by tempering an indomitable will can one achieve rapid progress in martial arts. I’ve been walking the edge of life and death, fighting endlessly… so why hasn’t my willpower improved faster?"

  Yang Tian raised his head, gazing at the Beast Mountain Range. The lush green mountains carried a constant scent of blood, but this eerie atmosphere did not shake his iron will in the slightest.

  After a brief moment of contemplation, he took a deep breath and suddenly threw a punch!

  His fist gleamed with a crimson luster, the air whistling as it tore forward like a thunderbolt, crashing into a massive boulder ahead.

  "Boom! Boom!"

  The ground trembled as Yang Tian unleashed punch after punch, his footwork shifting unpredictably. Each contraction of his muscles produced subtle sonic booms.

  The five-thousand-pound boulder in front of him quivered under the force of his strikes, shards of stone flying in all directions. Even though he had only cultivated the Battle Sky Technique to the Fifth Level, he was already capable of shaking such a massive rock—an undeniable testament to the technique’s power.

  He also vaguely sensed that his physical body was growing increasingly terrifying. As his cultivation deepened, his physique would undoubtedly surpass others of the same level. Ordinary techniques could never achieve such an effect.

  The human race was naturally weak in physique. While cultivation techniques could enhance the body, the process was painfully slow. Yet the Battle Sky Technique defied common sense—he could already shake a boulder weighing thousands of pounds with sheer physical strength alone. His raw power now rivaled that of a Fourth-Level Martial Practitioner!

  "This technique is overwhelmingly powerful, but it’s incredibly profound. I still haven’t grasped the second form."

  Yang Tian withdrew his fists and stood with his hands clasped behind his back. Despite daily training, while his mastery of the first form had skyrocketed, the second form remained elusive.

  Just as he was lost in thought, a mocking voice suddenly rang out.

  "Oh? Isn’t this Yang Tian? The sickly Young Master of the past? You sure have grown bolder, daring to step into the Beast Mountain Range."

  Yang Tian lifted his head.

  When he saw the young man in green, a cold glint flashed across his eyes, but he remained silent.

  Clap… Clap…

  The sound of footsteps wasn’t loud, but an invisible pressure spread through the air, a ruthless and oppressive aura pressing down on Yang Tian.

  "Peak of the Eighth Level of Blood Refinement!"

  Yang Tian’s heart tensed.

  The young man in green was Wang Xing, the Young Master of Star Martial Hall.