A long time passed, and slowly, the ferocious aura emanating from Meng Hao's body faded. Finally, he opened his eyes. His pupils looked normal, but deep in their recesses was a shocking profundity. They were like deep pools of water, or an endlessly starry night sky.
Meng Hao took a long, deep breath. Within his body, his eight Dao Pillars glowed with a violet aura. They rotated, emitting spiritual power throughout his body which far, far outmatched his previous power.
"It's still not enough," he thought. "But it's the best I can do for now. Eight Dao Pillars. I don't have quite enough to pass the critical juncture for the final Dao Pillar." It wasn't that he didn't have enough medicinal pills. For some reason, he had the strange feeling that there was something about the ninth Dao Pillar that didn't have anything to do with medicinal pills.
