Another day passed in the blink of an eye, and the momentum of the spiritual tide gradually waned. Despite the brief period, the cultivators in the gorge have already harvested greatly.
During these one or two days, the Spiritual Energy they've breathed in is equivalent to several months of past efforts, and the lower one's cultivation, the more one benefits.
Although the Spiritual Energy is not as turbulent as it was initially, it still wanders the earth, lingering and refusing to disperse. Thus, few have departed, as they remain there striving to absorb and refine themselves.
At this moment, it was only the early part of the hour, the Heavenly Gate had not opened, and the morning sun began to warm, waiting for the frost to melt. Golden light illuminated the Great River. Under the blue sky, white egrets occasionally soared by, while mountains lay in stillness as the morning breeze blew across. A myriad of resplendent clouds leaped over hundreds of rivers and thousands of peaks.
