Apotheosis

Perrin lay on the black gravel with a look of despair in his eyes.

"Something must be wrong," Perrin said to himself. He was confused about what was happening.

Yet, he couldn't figure out what the issue was.

When Perrin was at the Luo Clan, he made tremendous progress as he had consumed one of the only two Magical Pills owned by the clan. After he joined Cloud Sect, Perrin became acquainted with the Wang Clan. He then used Yan to acquire benefits from Vale. In this way, he had reached the level of nature creature in a short time.

From among the members of the Luo Clan, Zen's father, Mike, had been the only one to attain the status of a nature creature.

Once his father and uncle assumed control of the clan, Perrin had naively imagined that his future would be bright and smooth.

He had compelled the elders in the clan to allow him to consume a Magical Pill as he had envisioned using his new strength to revitalize the Luo Clan and earn the reputation of being the most influential clan in C County.

But today, Zen had defeated Perrin after only a few rounds. His dream had shattered.

"I'm a nature creature. Why am I so vulnerable? How could I be defeated by a person who is only at the marrow refining level?" Perrin muttered to himself. He stared at Zen with vacant eyes.

"All your achievements are useless. The only reason you have reached this far is because of the power of pills," replied Zen. A cold smile danced on his face for a brief moment. Then, sadness reflected in his eyes.

Among the noble clans, many people like Perrin had reached high refining levels by taking pills, but they lacked practical experience. They would lose when confronted by cultivators like Zen who had been in actual combat.

After saying that, Zen turned his head and rapidly blinked his eyes. H

f Hell Mountain.

Everyone was attracted to the light.

Even the dedicated cultivators on Hell Mountain cast an astonishing look toward this light.

"Who is burning his life vitality? It seems like he is powerful!" claimed a man.

"He is a cultivator at the Illuminating Soul Realm! What astounding skills he has! What is he doing here on Hell Mountain?" asked the other.

"At Cloud Sect, the disciples dressed in purple are the top-notch who have special masters to teach them. And that man in the white robe is an outer disciple," replied an experienced man among them.

"It's impossible. How dare an outer disciple be so bold? It would be easy for a cultivator at the Illuminating Soul Realm to kill an outer disciple. Oddly enough, he is burning his life vitality against a weak outer disciple."

The people on Hell Mountain whispered among themselves. They were greatly concerned about what was happening.

It was rumored that a person at the Illuminating Soul Realm

was a more powerful life-being than a nature creature!

From among the hundreds of thousands of disciples at Cloud Sect, only a small number of people could reach this realm. And each was a purple-robed disciple.