Time swiftly moved on to the next morning, and as the first rays of sunlight touched the canopy, Ye Feng slowly emerged from his cultivation state.
At this moment, all the mutated animals in Sunset Valley could feel the terrifying oppression emanating from the giant tree above them, causing their spirits to shiver.
After a night of cultivation, Ye Feng's spiritual power had climbed a small step.
It was roughly equivalent to about sixty percent of a Tian Yun cultivator of the same realm.
But there was no joy in Ye Feng's heart; instead, his brows were deeply furrowed, "What's going on? I clearly completed the optimization of my spiritual power, I should be closer to that Seventh Order Strongman in the Forbidden Area."
"But why has the strength of my spiritual power not increased this time, and there's even a slight trend of decline?"
If it had been just one occurrence, Ye Feng might have assumed that there was some issue with his cultivation.
