Ten hours later.
Lu Qingfeng stepped out of his cave abode.
With a sweep of his wide sleeves, a formation covered the inside and outside of the dwelling.
Within its faint outline, one could discern a petite figure seated cross-legged, surrounded by waves of mysterious aura. Spiritual Energy gathered, condensed in the air, and turned into spirit rain. From beneath the earth, blossoms of Golden Lotus surged upwards.
Unfolding layer upon layer of mystical phenomena.
Lu Qingfeng summoned clouds and sat outside the cave, not moving an inch.
As time passed,
the marvels in the mountains grew ever more astounding.
Luckily, the area beyond Desolate Cold Stream was deserted, rarely traversed by cultivators – hence, no one noticed for a while.
As the Dao Fruit condensed and the Qi Mechanism of Refining Dao within the Mahayana peaked, it radiated flickers of Pure Yang qi like starfire.
One day.
Two days.
Three days.
