Like fleeting clouds and fleeting time, ten years passed in the blink of an eye.
On the peak of Cyan Sheep Mountain, the morning mist had yet to disperse. Li Conglong stood at the cliff's edge, his hands clasped behind his back. The howling mountain wind sent his robes fluttering.
Ten years of arduous cultivation had etched a weathered look onto his face. He now wore a short beard, but his gaze was even more profound and reserved than in his youth.
True Qi flowed through his Inner Mansion, surging like a mighty river. As it completed its Circulation, it brimmed with vitality, silently nourishing his Cultivation Furnace like a gentle rain.
At this moment, Li Conglong was now clearly at the Qi Cultivation Sixth Layer!
Li Conglong raised his right hand, palm facing down, and aimed it toward a patch of forest far below the cliff.
"Rise."
He let out a soft cry as Spiritual Light flickered in his palm.
RUMBLE—
