The waves rise and fall.
As Chen Zhixing stepped off the black canopy boat, the sky was approaching dusk.
Chen Zhixing was not in a hurry, instead he walked step by step towards Ziwei Mountain.
However, with each step Chen Zhixing took, a thousand feet transformed into an inch beneath his feet.
About an hour later.
As the night grew darker, a bright full moon rose above the treetops.
From afar, the outline of Ziwei Mountain appeared before Chen Zhixing's eyes.
On either side of the mountain path, the rustling sounds of frogs and cicadas could be heard.
Suddenly.
Chen Zhixing paused and turned his head to look into the dark forest on one side.
Applause sounded.
"Truly astonishing, in just three short years, your cultivation has reached the True Self Sixth Layer, strong enough to kill a Half-Step Nirvana."
A voice, half-jokingly, echoed.
Soon after.
A figure in black stepped out from the darkness of the forest.
"Dear brother, long time no see."
