At this moment, the fractured wind eye began to contract.
At the same time, accompanied by bursts of rumbling sounds.
Suddenly!
The rumbling abruptly stopped, and the wind eye transformed into a one-meter-wide red cloud.
The next instant, the cloud swiftly flew towards Chen Xuan.
Its speed was so fast that even he couldn't react before being enveloped by the red cloud.
"This is.....!"
As the red cloud wrapped around him, a strange energy surged into his sea of consciousness.
Nourishing his soul.
"So refreshing!"
He could feel his soul gradually strengthen, as his sea of consciousness madly expanded at that moment.
As time passed, the red cloud gradually faded.
Half a day later!
The cloud completely turned into mist.
Chen Xuan slowly opened his eyes, waved his hand, and the mist dissipated accordingly.
"Is this the Dao stage?"
Muttering softly.
Once more, he closed his eyes, spiritual power surged out like silkworm threads, rapidly flying in all directions.
