In this cultivation world where strength reigns supreme, only a big fist is the hard truth!
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Thus, as Xu Ping calmly cultivated, time slowly passed by.
Four months later, in the dead of night.
A large round moon hung high in the sky, like a warm white jade plate, casting silver light as clear as water.
In the distance, rolling mountains revealed their contours under the caress of moonlight, their peaks seemingly gilded with a layer of sacred brilliance, complementing the majestic moon in the vast night sky.
At this moment.
Xu Ping sat cross-legged on a giant rock, eyes closed in meditation.
Beside him, the spirit worm sat quietly.
Time slowly trickled by, the serene atmosphere enveloping this tranquil place like an invisible web.
Within this peace, suddenly, at a certain moment, a trace of anomaly shattered the calmness.
Sitting cross-legged on the giant rock, Xu Ping keenly sensed a rather strong Spiritual Qi fluctuation faintly transmitting from distant skies.
