Don't ask anything else right now, just sit here in meditation for seven days.
After seven days, I'll come to find you."
After saying this, Tang Xiaokong patted Song Yan on the shoulder again and then drifted away.
Song Yan stood by the Ancestral Vein Celestial Pool of the Formless Ancient Race, paused for a moment, then sat down cross-legged in meditation.
Since he's here, he might as well settle in, taking one step at a time, thinking too much is useless.
He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, feeling the breeze caress the water, lifting the hair at his temples, sensing the fish and dragons leaping from the deep pool, thrilling waves hidden beneath.
The day alternated between light and dark, dawn and dusk recycled.
Suddenly, he felt a strange warmth.
Dotted with numerous golden light points appeared before his eyes.
Is it raining?
No!
It's not rain!
