Time flowed like water, and in the blink of an eye, another three years had passed.
In the quiet chamber of the Spiritual Spring Mountain Plateau's separate courtyard.
Yang Zhenshan operated the Qingmu Longevity Scripture, surrounded by a green light that rippled like waves, each wave surpassing the previous.
The liquid mana in his Dantian Qi Sea had expanded and improved over the years, now reaching a very substantial level, just a hair's breadth from the bottleneck of early-stage Foundation Establishment.
While he was cultivating, he suddenly sensed his soul crow being crushed again. With a slight perception, he discovered it was Xuanzhen summoning him.
Completing a Grand Circulation of mana, Yang Zhenshan's consciousness immediately projected onto the soul crow.
It was still that dim cave, still the old Taoist in robes.
"Is there something?" Yang Zhenshan asked.
"Yes, it's something significant!" Xuanzhen said with a solemn expression.
