The aura was harmonious, without the slightest intention of leaking out, only an invisible force enveloped around him. Although it no longer possessed the supreme might from before, at a glance, the earth shattering and the sky collapsing.
But now it had a sense of natural Daoist law.
Sitting there, it was as if he had become a world unto himself.
Endlessly regenerate, endlessly indestructible.
At this moment, Chen Yuan had shockingly elevated his cultivation to the highest level, reaching the pinnacle of the Six Realms, which was a result of over a decade of relentless cultivation.
Although not exactly a life-or-death seclusion, he maintained contact with the outside world occasionally, but not much. At least in these ten years, he ventured out only a handful of times, countable on one hand.
For the vast majority of the time, he remained here in secluded cultivation, devouring resources.
