Seeing that the spiritual energy in his body could no longer be activated, Gu Sheng could only take out a Spirit Stone.
These Spirit Stones were ones he had secretly kept for himself. Out of more than a thousand, keeping a tenth was not excessive.
Glancing at the walls, he felt a little uneasy.
"I'd better head outside!"
No kidding—if even a treasure that experts in the Marrow Refining Realm had to lie low for was involved, could this small house really handle it? Fat chance!
Holy Cloud Peak was vast enough; it wasn't hard to find a secluded training ground.
He arrived at a bamboo grove, took out a Spirit Stone, and used the Water Cold Sword to slice it open. As spiritual energy continued to flow in, a strong force field grew more intense.
Crackling sounds filled the bamboo grove as the stalks began falling one by one.
Someone unaware of the situation might have thought some beast had descended, trampling the grove like an elephant stomping through a vegetable patch.
