After Ling Chen completely immersed himself in meditation, the Human Emperor also waved his hand, and the sword in his hand turned into ashes and dispersed into the world, after which he returned to Ling Chen's Heavenly Mansion Ring.
In the vast and ancient mental world, only Ling Chen's solitary figure remained, sitting cross-legged on the yellow sandy ground, motionless, as if he were a sculpture.
Time quietly slipped by, and in the blink of an eye, a month had passed.
During this month, the Ling Family was rather lively, and the source of this buzz was naturally the anomaly in front of the Golden-eyed Divine Beast Sculpture. The young figure, originally thought to be on the verge of failure, was now tightly enveloped by the light released by the exotic beast sculpture. Faintly, a strong resistance emanated from it, even preventing Family Head Ling Tingfeng from approaching.
