Within the Netherworld Cave, Jiang Lan slowly opened his eyes.
He exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.
He had cultivated a total of more than 250 years.
It had been more than forty years since he'd learned the dragons were coming. He was now ready.
He had sufficiently consolidated his perfected Human Immortal Realm.
He was not much stronger than before, but he was definitely much more stable than before.
He had reached the most suitable point to break through to the True Immortal Realm.
A blood-red pill appeared in Jiang Lan's hand.
Without any hesitation, the pill entered his mouth and fused with his meridians.
At this moment, he felt as if he was being burned by a raging inferno. He felt as if he was being torn apart.
His body and essence soul were on the verge of collapsing.
His meridians were under immense pressure as huge waves surged in his mind.
At this moment, he felt that he was on the verge of death.
