One could imagine that at a height of ninety meters, the pressure would surely surpass the level of a Tier Seven Martial King.
If he really broke through the ninety-meter mark, it would undoubtedly cause a huge commotion throughout the entire Dream Realm Plain.
That was not what he wanted.
'I'll leave my name right here, at eighty-eight meters.'
Ye Xuan circulated the Nine Profound World-Defying Art, and the Profound Power in his body surged out like a spring as he slammed a fist into the stone stele.
BOOM!
The entire Memorial Stele shuddered.
An incredibly strong rebound force erupted from the Memorial Stele.
'Heh, quite stubborn. Nine Revolutions Saintly Body, break!'
A glint flashed in Ye Xuan's eyes as a terrifying power poured out.
CRASH!
Stone fragments filled the air. Ye Xuan's hands moved with wide, sweeping motions as he swiftly carved his name onto the stone stele at the eighty-eight-meter mark.
