As Yan Jin continued to absorb energy within the blood pool, he couldn't shake the idea that had taken root in his mind—a thirteenth halo. Every part of him believed that twelve halos, though rare and powerful, were not his ultimate limit. There was something more, a barrier unseen by others, a path that had yet to be charted. His bloodline, his heretical god inheritance, and his ambition all pointed to this singular thought: there must be a thirteenth halo.
Months passed in isolation, with Yan Jin pushing the limits of his celestial form, absorbing the vast reserves of energy from the high-grade blood pool. His power had grown exponentially, but still, the thirteenth halo eluded him. Yet, he remained relentless, his mind racing through every technique, every lesson, and every ounce of wisdom Eli had imparted to him. This was no ordinary advancement—Yan Jin was attempting to go beyond what any celestial had achieved, to reach a realm even the heavens would resist.
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