Time quietly flows, and half a year passes in a flash like the blink of an eye.
On this day, within the cultivation chamber.
Xu Ping sits cross-legged on a meditation cushion, his posture straight as a pine tree, eyes tightly shut, breathing long and steady, his aura circulating in an orderly manner, seemingly merged with the surrounding environment, entering a profound state of forgetting both self and surroundings.
In an instant!
In the depths of his Sea of Consciousness, like a giant beast awakened from eternal slumber, a surge of mighty and majestic power bursts forth.
This immensely powerful Divine Sense overwhelms the entire cultivation chamber with the force of a mountain or a tsunami.
This unparalleled Divine Sense, with an unstoppable momentum, fills the entire secret chamber in an instant.
The air in the chamber seems stirred by this power, making a whooshing sound, like a raging wind passing by.
