Wisps of black energy surged out from every pore of the body.
Ethan Smith's eyes fixed on the space ahead as he felt the transformations occurring within his five viscera and six bowels.
The ailments and pains of the mortal world seemed to vanish at this moment, as though his body had stepped into an entirely different realm.
At this moment, two beams of light burst from Ethan's eyes, his strength subtly and steadily evolving.
Rising to his feet, Ethan clenched his fists, muttering under his breath, "My strength has clearly improved, but... I'm still a step away from becoming a half-step Martial Marquis."
Although the half-step Martial Marquis was not a clearly defined level of cultivation, once one entered it, the disparity from a Grandmaster became as vast as heaven and earth.
And presently, Ethan hadn't yet sensed that kind of transformation.
"Seems I need to continue cultivating." Ethan murmured softly to himself.
