Looking at those towering mountain ridges, amidst the flashing lightning and rolling thunder, they remained utterly motionless.
Quietly gazing at this pillar of rock at such high altitude, Zhou Feng's heart stirred. He no longer hesitated; his whole person turned into a streak of flowing light and shot toward the summit.
Postnatal Stage Ten—at this stage, any martial skill can display extremely mighty power. Just like Zhou Feng now: without using the slightest bit of Martial Technique or Cultivation Technique, relying solely on his fierce Inner Qi, his entire figure was like a spirit cat in the moonlit night, turning into a black phantom, shooting rapidly toward the mountaintop.
This best spot on the summit was only a dozen or so zhang across, and in the middle of this flat peak jutted out a massive boulder.
The moment he reached the top, Zhou Feng's first sensation was that of a colossal gale, almost preventing him from even standing.
