After stepping out of the holy land, Chu Feng cast his gaze toward the Golden Dragon Mountain Range.
He had originally planned to visit Lord Yu Wei and the others while he was back. But things had taken an unexpected turn — it would have to wait for another time.
Besides, Chu Feng felt that bringing Jia Lingyi back along with him might actually work out better.
The Totem Dragon Clan Patriarch and his entourage had not entered the space world. Instead, they followed the Patriarch aboard a warship.
This floating warship was a supreme treasure — not only was its normal travel speed astonishingly fast, but it moved with equal swiftness through the teleportation tunnels.
Chu Feng was given his own quarters. He sat cross-legged, intending to continue studying the iron fragment he had obtained from the Divine Era.
"Little Feng, heading to the Totem Dragon Clan again?"
Just then, a voice Chu Feng had been longing to hear rang out.
"I say, you Qilin pig — you're finally awake."
Chu Feng's eyes snapped open, his face erupting with wild joy.
It was the Devouring Sky Qilin, the one he had been day and night yearning to hear from.
"What Qilin pig? How dare you address me like that — call me Qilin Lord!" the Devouring Sky Qilin huffed.
"Cut the chatter. You said you were refining that dragon marrow — why'd it take so long? Did it even work?" Chu Feng asked.
"Little Feng, great news — the power of that Ancestral Dragon's marrow is far stronger than I anticipated."
"I'd wager this is the remains of a True Dragon."
"Otherwise, I wouldn't have needed this long to refine it," the Devouring Sky Qilin said.
"Skip the fluff. You promised that once you finished refining it, I'd be able to break through. So, does it work or not?" Chu Feng pressed.
"Of course it does. Sit tight and feel what I can do."
The moment the Devouring Sky Qilin finished speaking, a torrent of dense heaven and earth energy surged from the emblem it had transformed into, flooding into Chu Feng's body.
This heaven and earth energy was extraordinarily pure — usable for cultivation directly.
Chu Feng wasted no time and began refining the power in a single breath.
Before long, thunderous rumbles echoed as the phenomenon of nine-colored lightning manifested across the starry sky, moving rapidly.
It was following Chu Feng.
In that instant, everyone turned their gazes toward the room Chu Feng occupied.
"Young friend Chu Feng — is he about to break through?"
The Totem Dragon Clan members and the others all lit up with delight.
Sure enough, as the phenomenon dissipated and merged into his body, Chu Feng's cultivation reached the Ninth Grade Half God.
"You Qilin pig, this isn't enough," Chu Feng said, clearly less than satisfied.
The power had been just barely sufficient to push him to the Ninth Grade Half God — there was virtually nothing left over.
"Not enough? What are you talking about?" The Devouring Sky Qilin looked thoroughly baffled.
"When I was refining the dragon marrow, what was your realm? You were only a Third Grade Half God, kid."
"Are the cultivation resources needed by a Third Grade Half God the same as those needed by an Eighth Grade Half God?"
"That's a difference of tens of thousands of miles, alright?"
"And the bloodline in your body has an appetite unlike anyone else's — aren't you aware of that yourself?"