Half a month later, amidst the increasingly intense rumbling, Xu Qing, who had opened up a path leading to the Moon Rebel Hall stretching nearly 30,000 feet, returned to the apothecary. As he appeared, he sat down panting and with bloodshot eyes.
"I only opened 30% of the path. I'm still about 70,000 feet away from the end."
"Those people who can enter the Moon Rebel Hall must be peerless experts. At the very least, they should all be at Spirit Repository?"
Reverence rose in Xu Qing's heart and he looked forward to this organization even more. He felt that anyone who could successfully pass the third test and blast open this path was extraordinary.
"I can do it too!"
Xu Qing's expression was decisive. After resting, he stepped into the mirror again and continued to bombard.