Seven days later, a terrifying aura of a Third-Order Low-Grade evil spirit burst forth within the Quiet Room, successfully advancing Red Emperor into a Third-Order Low-Grade demon beast.
"Red Emperor."
"Bloodline type: Dragon."
"Bloodline quality: Low-grade (0/1000)."
"Cultivation Level: Third-Order Low-Grade (0/3000)."
"With Red Emperor advancing to a Third-Order demon beast, I now command two Golden Core Level forces. This makes me much safer in the North Desolation. I can continue my cultivation with peace of mind!"
Zhao Yu gazed at Red Emperor, whose appearance was fierce, body over three feet tall and covered in dragon scales, and eyes seemingly ablaze with flames, and a smile flickered across his face.
"Successful cultivation, why not celebrate!"
Zhao Yu left the Quiet Room directly, found Shangguan Lingxiu, and together they strolled around the lake, enjoying a spring breeze, indescribably delightful.
Time flowed, and two years vanished in the blink of an eye.
