"Go!"
As Yang Yan's voice fell, there was a muffled boom, and a distant rock suddenly exploded.
When the dust settled, a deep cut appeared on the stone-paved ground, as if carved by a knife.
Elder Dugu nodded in satisfaction when he saw it, and said with a grin:
"Hmm! Not bad, not bad, it seems your recent cultivation achievements have made great progress. As expected of the Saint Son."
"Even this Sacred Body of yours makes this old man a bit envious. Haha! Hahaha..."
Yang Yan waved his hand modestly and said:
"Elder, your praise is too much. Cultivation also relies on gradual accumulation, it's not something that can be accomplished overnight."
Elder Dugu stroked his beard and nodded, clearly very pleased with Yang Yan's humility. He said with some admiration:
"With your cultivation speed, you're bound to shine brightly in the upcoming Immortal Cultivation Conference."
