Two sexagenarian cycles, that is one hundred and twenty years, and forty-three thousand eight hundred days and nights of accumulated power.
Yet he had achieved this step in such a brief amount of time.
"Is this the effect of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures?" Jiang Ning muttered to himself, feeling somewhat surreal.
A moment later.
Whoosh—
Jiang Ning exhaled a breath of impure energy, which instantly cleaved the water in front of him like a sharp sword, reaching three meters.
Then it transformed into countless bubbles that dispersed and rose upward.
He slowly stood up, pondering a question in his mind.
How many years of Inner Breath he still lacked to reach the level of Inner Breath like a prison.
As far as he knew, above Inner Breath like an abyss, was Inner Breath like a prison.
But exactly how many years of power one needed to call it Inner Breath like a prison, he was not clear at the moment.
Beside him.
