On the way, some Purple Mountain Association cultivators also glanced curiously at Xu Ping and his companions, whispering to each other.
However, Xu Ping and the others seemed not to hear, their expressions indifferent.
Half an hour later.
The group arrived at a perilous peak with a cascading waterfall.
This towering peak reached into the clouds, its steep and precipitous silhouette almost standing vertically, like a sharp sword piercing the sky, eliciting awe.
A massive waterfall poured down from the summit, the water stream rushing like a thousand galloping horses.
More importantly, the concentration of the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi here was unimaginably dense, steadily reaching the level of third-rank upper grade.
Threads of Spiritual Qi, like tangible smoke, wafted freely through the air.
"If I could cultivate here, achieving Golden Core Perfection would not be a problem."
Feeling the rich Spiritual Qi, Xu Ping thought silently to himself.
