Jiang Yun, many cultivators who received the order were still hesitant to challenge him for a while.The three challengers who came before Jiang Yun, were all killed by him. Among them was Shang Zhan,..."Pfft!"

After a whole day had passed, a spark the size of a fingernail suddenly ignited on Jiang Yun's outstretched right index finger, emitting a faint warmth.

Looking at these flickering sparks, which could extinguish at any moment, Ginger Cloud's face was filled with excitement. However, this excitement only lasted for a short while before transforming into confusion.

Jiang Yun frowned, staring at the sparks and muttering to himself: "According to the book, at the Triple Meridian Realm, one can condense their internal spiritual energy to produce a fire ball the size of a palm. I am already at the Fifth Meridian Realm, my spiritual energy can be released outwards, forming a fire ball the size of a watermelon. But why can I only produce such a small spark"

"If the process and methods are all correct, then where exactly did the problem arise"

In a low murmur, Jiang Yun continued to conjure sparks between his fingers while deep in thought.

At the same time, Dong Fang Bo, who was in his own house, suddenly smiled faintly and said softly, "Second junior sister, wouldn't you like to give me a hint"cially arranged a dream that altered the speed of time passing and focused on cultivation.Looking at the bitter bamboo, his eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets. His gaze towards Ginger Cloud...