Wang Lin took a deep breath, in the past four years, he had reached the completed the fifteenth layer of Concentrating Qi in the second year itself, the next two years he had tried to break into the Foundation building stage, but unfortunately did not succeed.
But his body due to the repeated attempts to dash into Foundation building stage, the otherwise disassociation between his original cultivation and his dream state body gradually changed, and now he no longer seemed to be on the third layer, and now instead appeared to be on the eight layer. [TLNote: Emphasis on the word “appeared to be”]
“Foundation building……..” Wang Lin muttered, as his eyes flashed, he had made up his mind, from his storage bag, suddenly a huge extremely extravagant flying sword flew out, this flying sword seemed to have spirit, as it spiralled around Wang Lin in a circular loop, before stopping infront of his body.