That day, in the dense forest, Duan Rong sat cross-legged on a bluestone, suddenly let out a long howl, and the invigorating aura inside his dantian meridians clashed, surged, then fused and settled, gathering into a solid-like sphere, entrenched within his dantian…
After refining the fifth bottle of Yang Pill, Duan Rong finally achieved the First Level of the True Qi Realm.
His eyes lit up with joy as he leaped up from the large bluestone. In mid-air, with a swoosh, he drew the Minghong Saber.
In the dense forest, Duan Rong began to practice the Withered and Flourishing Wisdom Saber technique, move by move.
After achieving the First Level, the power of the Withered and Flourishing Wisdom Saber increased significantly.
As Duan Rong wielded the saber, with each rise and fall, the True Qi surged, and a weak yet strange sound of wind pulling echoed in the air.
It was the sound of the collision and friction between the True Qi emanating from the saber's edge and the air.
