"Is the promotion successful immediately?"
Hearing the words of the old man from the ancient book, Huantian's eyes looked at Mo Wentian, still full of worry.
"Buzzing..."
And just when Huantian was worried, in the void, countless mysterious powers had gathered on Mo Wentian's body.
The nine miraculous dragon phantoms on Mo Wentian's body stopped circling at this moment.
Phantom dragons were crawling around Mo Wentian. They looked at Mo Wentian with extremely respectful expressions.
It looked like he had been tamed by Mo Wentian.
"How is this going?"
"The aura of the boss..."
Looking at this scene, Huantian's eyes were full of doubts.
Originally, Mo Wentian's aura was extremely vast, and the dragon phantom was circling crazily, but at this moment, everything seemed to be still, and there was no change at all.
This made Huantian feel a little worried.
Huantian didn't hesitate at all, his figure flashed and disappeared from the place.
When he reappeared, he was already beside Mo Wentian.
"Huantian!"
Seeing Huantian appear beside him, Mo Wentian suddenly opened his eyes.
"Boss, you... have you successfully improved your physique?"
Huantian was stunned for a moment, came to his senses, and asked quickly.
"physique?"
"If I use my physical strength, even a warrior at the peak of the Heavenly Emperor would not be able to hurt me that easily!"
The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth curled up slightly and he said with a hint of curvature.
"Boss, then..."
"Then your physique has improved?"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Huantian's eyes were filled with surprise, and his face was even more curved.
"That's right!"
"My physique has just improved!"
"But my soul has not improved yet!"
A cold voice sounded, and an extremely cold gleam rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
And when he mentioned the soul, Mo Wentian's expression dimmed instantly.
At this moment, Mo Wentian's body, after passing through the water of the Forgotten River, has indeed reached the state of perfection of the sixth level of the Immortal Body, the Nine-Dragon Holy Body.
Now Mo Wentian is just using his physical strength. Even someone at the peak of the Emperor of Heaven would not be able to hurt him that easily.
But his soul was still slightly motionless at this moment, which made Mo Wentian feel a little dissatisfied.
"The soul has not improved?"
"Boy, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry!"
"This improvement of cultivation level naturally needs to be done step by step slowly. If your body is successfully improved, then you can improve your soul!"
Looking at Mo Wentian's gloomy expression, the phantom of the old man with ancient books appeared next to Mo Wentian.
Taking a step forward, the old man with ancient books stretched out his hand and patted Mo Wentian's shoulder, grinned slightly, and said with a hint of curvature.
"Senior Ancient Books, how can I improve my soul?"
"The water of the Forgotten River doesn't seem to have that great effect on my soul!"
After hearing what the old man from the ancient book said, Mo Wentian looked at the old man from the ancient book and said seriously.
"The water of the Forgotten River has little effect on your soul?"
"Boy, for ordinary people, this River of Forgetfulness has the best soul. Not to mention that it can raise the soul by hundreds of feet. It can be easily raised by dozens of feet!"
"You kid often uses the divine soul. You know that although the divine soul has only increased by a few dozen feet, the distance is the distance between life and death!"
The expression of the old man with ancient books suddenly became serious at this moment.
"The average person rises by tens of feet?"
"Senior Ancient Books, how much can my soul be improved?"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with light, and he couldn't help but ask.
"Boy, how much your soul can improve is not something I can know!"
"I'm just telling you that the water of the Forgotten River can enhance your soul!"
"It's just that with the improvement of your soul, you have to go through the pain of being tempered by the water of the Forgotten River, which is even more!"
"The pain of improving and tempering the body can only be described as drizzle in front of the pain of tempering the soul!"
The expression of the old man with ancient books was extremely serious.
"The pain of tempering the soul is stronger than the physical body?"
Hearing the words of the old man with ancient books, Mo Wentian frowned and spoke in a lowered voice.
"how?"
"Boy, are you scared?"
"Are you trying to back down?"
Looking at Mo Wentian, a complex look appeared in the eyes of the ancient man.
"Back off?"
"The word retreat does not exist in my dictionary, Mo Wentian!"
A sonorous and powerful voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were full of determination.
"very good!"
"Boy, you really didn't disappoint me!"
Seeing Mo Wentian's determined expression, a hint of appreciation rose in the eyes of the ancient man.
"Buzzing..."
The next moment, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared.
When he reappeared, Mo Wentian's figure had reappeared in the river of Wangchuan River.
"Boy, gather all your power into your soul!"
"Your soul will start to grow soon!"
"It's just that as your soul grows, you have to endure pain!"
"The tempering of the soul is much more dangerous than the tempering of the body. You kid must not come out of the Forgotten River until the soul stops growing!"
"If you come out, your kid's soul will not only be improved, but you will also suffer the backlash from the soul!"
Seeing Mo Wentian appear in the Forgotten River, a glint flashed in the eyes of the old man from the ancient book, and he said seriously.
"If the soul comes out before it stops growing, will there be backlash?"
As he muttered to himself, a trace of doubt arose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Boy, remember what I said!"
"Steady your mind, your soul, the distance will increase, don't take too long!"
Looking at Mo Wentian's somewhat confused look, the ancient man's eyes flashed with gleams of light.
"Thank you, Senior Ancient Books, for your guidance!"
Mo Wentian gave a slight salute to the old man with ancient books.
The next moment, Mo Wentian closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and fell into practice.
"Buzzing..."
Mo Wentian gathered all his power into his soul according to what the old man in the ancient book said.
The old man from the ancient book was right. The soul tempering requires much more pain than the physical tempering.
At this moment, Mo Wentian's brows were furrowed.
But just for a moment, Mo Wentian's brows relaxed.
"This kid can bear the pain of soul tempering so easily!"
"It seems that I have a new understanding of this boy!"
Seeing Mo Wentian's brows unfurling, a gleam of light flashed across the eyes of the ancient old man.
At this moment, in the Forgotten River, Mo Wentian gathered all his power towards the soul.
And as the power gathered towards the soul, Mo Wentian's 1,200-foot-long soul really began to shake at this moment.
This made Mo Wentian feel a little surprised in his heart.
"My soul is really starting to shake!"
"It seems that the water of this Forgotten River can really enhance my soul!"
Mo Wentian said secretly in his heart.
"Buzzing..."
At the same time, the nine stars in Mo Wentian's body were circling rapidly at this moment.
The aura on Mo Wentian's body fluctuated even more at this moment.
A quarter of an hour passed quickly.
The aura on Mo Wentian's body became stronger and stronger.
Mo Wentian's soul, which was originally 1,200 feet tall, also grew in size at this moment.
"One thousand two hundred and ten feet, one thousand two hundred and twenty feet..."
The old man from the ancient book looked at Mo Wentian in the Forgotten River, with a bright light rising in his eyes.
Mo Wentian's spirit grew rapidly at a speed that he could see.