Flowers bloom and wither, wither and bloom.
In the blink of an eye, another two years passed.
In the practice room.
Shen Xuan sat cross-legged.
His hands formed a spell, Spiritual Qi swirling around him, a majestic visage, as if a deity had descended to the mortal realm.
The two pieces of middle-grade Spirit Stone on the table silently shattered.
The Spiritual Qi in the practice room grew even denser, like tangible strands, wrapping around Shen Xuan.
The spiritual light around him became even more dazzling, layers of profound light emanating from his body, changeable and mysterious.
At a certain moment.
The spiritual power in Shen Xuan's dantian, an ocean of power, suddenly surged with turbulent waves.
The power, once calm as the sea, began to climb incessantly.
As it reached the limit, it seemed a slight sound was heard.
In an instant.
The ocean of spiritual power raised giant waves, directly submerging the isolated island formed by his five internal organs.
