South Tu Continent.
Deep beneath the ocean, Sima Hanchuang was in closed-door cultivation.
Boom rumble!
Ten thousand fathoms below the sea, a volcano erupted, molten lava surged and flowed.
From time to time, tongues of fire leapt up.
Sima Hanchuang's mana surged like an ocean, behind him a Vermilion Bird's phantom materialized, swallowing and spitting streams of azure flames, while four layers of Immortal Light faintly flickered behind his head.
"Early-stage External Realm!"
"Four-Pattern Immortal!"
This prime disciple of Mishen Island, who ascended to become an Upper Immortal sixteen or seventeen thousand years ago, had finally made another breakthrough during centuries of cultivation, ascending to Four-Pattern Upper Immortal.
"Fourth-order Second Realm."
"Still not enough."
Sima Hanchuang did not let pride cloud his judgment.
