Seven days later.
A Purple Sun suspended in the sky, with purple clouds swirling around the peak.
A blue boulder floated in mid-air, standing atop the peak.
On the boulder, a Daoist wearing a blue Daoist robe, barefoot and aura scattered, sat cross-legged.
Above his head, a Dharma Pill with strange five-colored patterns was continuously absorbing the essence of Spiritual Qi falling from the Purple Sun, transforming it into surging mana that flowed downward.
However, within the mana, there was a gray Demon Qi, extremely sinister.
Yet on the Daoist's skin, strands of thunderlight flashed incessantly, and any trace of Demon Qi was immediately crushed to dust, dispersing into nothingness.
The pure mana streamed continuously, absorbed into the Daoist's Dantian.
After a long time, the Daoist slowly opened his eyes, and a flash of purple Spiritual Light seemed to flicker and disappear in them.
