He was constantly improving his cultivation level.
"Hmph, you?" Ziyuan Ancestor scoffed disdainfully.
"Old man, if it comes to a real fight, no disrespect, but with your frail arms and legs, you might not be a match for me."
"You're still breathing hard!"
"Old man, I'm constantly progressing and improving myself, what about you?" Qi Yuan said calmly.
Indeed, he was improving himself in all aspects.
Cultivating the "Ancestral Blood Mantra," increasing his mastery as a Ten Thousand Paths Martial God; refining the Human Emperor Banner; stabilizing the Supreme Ultimate Reasoning; and most importantly, the number of his Stellar Gold Cores was continuously increasing, having reached a rather astonishing figure.
How strong he was now, he genuinely didn't know.
But... handling Ziyuan Ancestor should be no big deal.
Of course, he had to keep a low profile. Extremely low profile.
After all, Qi Yuan's enemy, the Supreme Venerable of the Taihuang Palace, was still very strong.
