Long Tian was oblivious to Meng Lingxue's thoughts focused on him.
Otherwise, he would have grinned with satisfaction.
He remained cross-legged, his aura expanding.
He discovered that no matter how much Originat he absorbed, he hit a barrier and hadn't entered the Origin Gathering Realm.
There was some sort of barrier blocking him, like a shackle holding him back.
As for the Netherworld Reaper Codex, it was much easier. It could absorb Originat without issue.
He faced the same problem with the Celestial Fox Art—he couldn't advance into the Origin Gathering Realm.
Even though he felt that different parts of his body had improved.
His strength had also increased.
He immediately tried the Nine Dragon Scripture.
But he still felt incomplete, stuck in a deadlock.
As he pondered a solution, he heard a deep sigh—as if it came from a thousand years ago.
"As expected, you can't advance," a voice said.
An ancient voice echoed from nowhere, shaking Long Tian.
