Zhao Nandi looked at the Ancient River Jade Stele.
The Martial Arts Traces on the surface flickered, as if activating a mysterious power, making it a good time for cultivation.
She glanced at Zhou Leng, hesitated for a moment, then decided against cultivating, remaining on guard, constantly scanning her surroundings.
At the moment the sun rose, a thunderous sound like waves crashing onto a shore erupted within Zhou Leng's body.
Zhou Leng, with his eyes closed, took a sharp breath, and held it in silence.
Wisps of white smoke were seen slowly streaming out of his nostrils, eyes, and ears, rising upwards.
Six strands of white vapor, like water and mist, rose straight up three feet, turning from white to purple.
The smoke thickened, becoming as thick as a pinky finger, forming segments, resembling smoky bamboo rods.
The vapor steamed the purple bamboo, and the True Qi achieved Divine Communication.
