Guiding the mana within his body to operate along a more profound path, experiencing the ever-flowing Dao rhyme that nurtures all things, he silently fell into deep cultivation.
Spiritual Qi surged like a tide, circulating endlessly.
Xu Ping, like a meditating monk, gradually merged his breath with the array of the entire secret chamber and the spirit vein underground, entering a deep training state where he forgot both himself and the world around him.
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However, just as a tree seeks tranquility, the wind does not cease.
As Xu Ping focused on his cultivation, preparing to enter the Wind Origin Realm in perfect condition, the Nine Nether Elder did not give him the time for a stable preparation.
On this day, while Xu Ping was meditating, he suddenly felt a disturbance in his heart.
A very subtle yet intensely pervasive wave suffused with Nine Nether Ghost Qi ignored the protective layers of the near-fifth-level array outside.
