The ninth form of the True Self!
Ling Han was extremely pleased. This trip to the Dark Clouds Hell could be said to have been a very satisfactory trip. If he had cultivated outside, even with the support of alchemical pills, he wouldn't be able to reach this kind of height without more than a thousand years.
Furthermore, this was the ninth form, and even the Golden Generation could only look up to it.
Of course, perhaps there were some Golden Generation elites that were very low-key. They had clearly broken through to the Ninth Form, yet kept it a secret, to avoid being targeted. Breaking through to the Imperial Path was not just a competition of natural talent and fated opportunities. Intelligence was similarly important.
Right now, Ling Han didn't need to worry about this. He could enjoy himself for a while.
