Three years elapsed in the blink of an eye. Above the Nine Heavens Cloud Sea at the border between Qingzhou and Zhongzhou, a white-robed figure sat gracefully in meditation.
The gales here were as sharp as knives, capable of damaging the Dao Foundation of an unsuspecting Cultivator. However, Chen Sheng was enveloped by a layer of semi-transparent, pale cyan Sword Gang, which circulated and completely isolated the howling winds, not even stirring a single strand of hair.
His eyes were slightly closed, his back as straight as a pine, his breathing long and steady.
As he inhaled, the Cloud Sea surged and infused his surrounding Sword Gang, transforming into pure Spiritual Qi to nourish his Dao Foundation.
As he exhaled, turbid air dispersed with the Sword Gang, causing ripples in the surrounding Cloud Sea.
