At the peak of the Immortal Mountain, within the Cultivation Hall.
The whole person had completely immersed in cultivation, completely oblivious to everything happening in the outside world.
His consciousness avatar sat cross-legged within the river of time.
At the beginning, when he collected himself, due to being somewhat inexperienced, only one or two versions of himself merged into his body every so often.
As time passed, his speed grew faster and faster.
It seemed as if he had transformed into a vast light source, no longer needing Chen Hai to actively guide, and those versions of him drifting in the river of time were attracted to the main body like moths to a flame, with countless selves merging into his body at every moment.
"Someone is collecting themselves, aspiring to ascend to Da Luo?"
"Don't know where this newcomer is from, the aura feels immensely unfamiliar, likely not from our southern Zhan State."
"Do you think this Taoist friend can succeed in ascending?"
