The sky was slightly bright, and a ray of morning light passed through the window, spilling into Zhang Fan's room.
His Primordial Spirit hovered three feet above his head, bathed in sunlight as if draped in a faint layer of gold. The breath he exhaled and inhaled was like the clear moonlight, blending flawlessly with gold and silver interwoven, indescribably mystical and extraordinary.
After a night of baptism, Zhang Fan's Primordial Spirit seemed to have shed a layer of skin, and his aura became more grand and ethereal, unlike before.
Gathering the Primordial Spirit to refine the Great Medicine is the best path of cultivation in the Mortal World.
It must be said that the Wuwei Sect, standing firm until now and continuously contending with the Daoist Sect while keeping their incense burning, indeed has its unique qualities.
