Under the intense baptism of magical elements from numerous potions, Alan's tier remained at tier-iron level 9, yet his physical attributes saw considerable growth and improvement.
It was like a meticulous grind, requiring time to hone gradually.
Alan used his soul to introspectively scan his body, identifying any incomplete or weak areas and reinforcing them step by step.
A day and night passed silently.
As his body reached a state of near-perfection, Alan's stalled aura finally began to surge once more. With an invisible "crack," he seemed to break through a certain barrier.
Tier-Iron Level 10!
In that instant, his body became like a greedy sponge, frantically absorbing magical elements from the air.
His once-ethereal soul now felt almost tangible, as if he were surrounded by countless bright fireflies, his awareness of the elements becoming vividly clear.