Song Ciwan dodged the epicenter of the Tribulation Thunder. She saw the fisherman rise from the boat's floor, taking off his bamboo hat and untying his straw cloak.
Both items had been turned to charcoal by the Tribulation Thunder. After tossing them aside, the fisherman revealed his bare torso.
His physique was firm and powerful, with smooth, well-defined muscles. He looked incredibly young—a stark contrast to his aged face.
Of course, this wasn't surprising. Whether he was a Cultivator or an Immortal Seeker, he was a man of Cultivation. Possessing power beyond mortals and a long life, his body naturally wouldn't be in poor shape.
Song Ciwan's attention was drawn to a faint red light in the center of the fisherman's abdomen, at the location of his Dantian. Beneath the onslaught of lightning, it constantly spun, contracted, and pulsed.
Spiritual Qi from the world funneled continuously toward the red light.
