The Wind Blows, but the Fire Isn’t Extinguished

Ten days later.

Xu Qing rushed out of the magma. The flames in the sky shone on his body, causing his entire body to flicker with light.

This was especially so for his eyes.

His cultivation base far exceeded that of before. Among his 13 nascent souls, other than the Golden Crow and Purple Moon, the others had also improved greatly. Although they hadn't reached the perfected first tribulation, they weren't far from it.

"That lump of heavenly mandate is extremely precious."

A deep glint appeared in Xu Qing's eyes. If he was given a few more lumps of heavenly mandate like that, he was certain that all his nascent souls would reach the perfected first tribulation.

"As expected of the heavenly mandates of a Spirit Repository cultivator. Even though she was only at the initial Dao Nurturing stage, the depth of her heavenly mandate isn't something a Nascent Soul cultivator can compare to."