Two months passed in the blink of an eye, the Panwu Realm.
The Nine Heavens Cloud Sea surged endlessly, Qi Mang had quietly guarded the depths of the Cloud Sea for more than two months.
Day and night he was accompanied by that scroll of scriptures, the innate primordial qi enveloping him became increasingly rich and thick, continuously nourishing his yin spirit and body.
He discarded all thoughts, his heart and spirit fully immersed in the esoteric meanings of the scriptures, allowing the external Cloud Sea to change and Dao Rhyme to ebb and flow, never swayed.
Until today at dawn, the first light broke on the eastern horizon.
"Crack—"
With a faint sound, Qi Mang's brow suddenly lit up with a brilliant golden pattern that bloomed like a lotus flower, as if a thousand ancient bells rang simultaneously.
The profound gate of scriptures that troubled him for many days abruptly shattered, the previously resistant path of cultivation instantly became unobstructed.
