A dense, ethereal mist swirled around the peak of Forbidden God Mountain, making it look like a paradise.
Lin Hao sat cross-legged on the summit, his figure flickering in and out of view, like a True God from the heavens.
As Lin Hao entered a meditative state, the ethereal mist on the peak began to flow toward him at a visible speed. Before long, a strange phenomenon occurred above his head.
The mist formed a spiral, funneling directly into the crown of his head!
The turtle egg, which had been scurrying about like an ant on a hot pan, froze in shock at the sight.
Lin Hao had cultivated on the peak of Forbidden God Mountain before, but nothing like this had ever happened.
The turtle egg had been suppressed within Forbidden God Mountain for ten thousand years and was very familiar with the ethereal mist on its peak. It knew the mist was of immense benefit to a Martial Artist's cultivation.
