The Decree From The Upper Realm

A faint gust of wind blew over, and like a gentle hand, it caressed Ou Yangming's exposed skin and face.

It was a pleasant sensation, and it was potentially addicting.

Ou Yangming observed his surroundings. The world around him was unchanged, but when he spotted mankind's number one warrior, Wu Yuanwei who stood a few meters away from him, he realized that he looked much older than before.

His heart skipped a beat, and a flash of gratitude could be seen within his eyes.

Although he was unable to fully comprehend what had transpired, he could feel the advancement of his cultivation base in his bones. As such, he was certain that Wu Yuanwei had exacted a heavy toll so he could advance by leap and bounds.

The consensus was that once one had successfully advanced into the Yang Grade, they could take it slow with their cultivation, as sooner or later, they would reach the peak of the Yang Grade.