He was somewhat in a daze, as everything was swiftly flowing; his bodily instincts told him that not much time had passed in reality, but it had already been nearly a month here.
"Did someone experience this before, and was temporarily replaced by me? No, this is still my own body. Hmm, perhaps I was temporarily endowed with an ancient power warrior's vision? If that's the case, it counts as a form of cultivation, where I dream a big dream and undergo tempering?" Qin Ming speculated.
His true form had entered, and naturally, he couldn't be content with mediocrity.
When he was about to become a power warrior and the Immortal Path Disciple was going to carve runes on his body, he rebelled, slapping an immortal disciple and sending them flying.
"Challenge successful, became an Inner Sect Disciple," a voice sounded.
"Is this even possible?" Qin Ming was surprised. In ancient immortal sects, was strength truly the prestige? Could a power warrior challenge an Inner Sect Disciple?
