Ning Jiang took a deep breath, and a torrent of Spiritual Qi surged toward his body. He could even faintly feel his Cultivation Realm improving.
The Spiritual Qi in this place was incredibly pure. It didn't need to be refined and could be directly converted into Energy.
He was completely alone. Upon entering the Profound Celestial Ancient Hall, everyone had been automatically separated.
He now found himself in a private room. There was nothing else inside but a single painted scroll.
The painting depicted a landscape. Hazy, distant mountains were shrouded in a light mist. A mighty river roared and thundered, plunging down like a waterfall suspended in mid-air, its power echoing for miles.
The graceful mountain range snaked and coiled like a colossal dragon in deep slumber.
Without a doubt, this was the work of a great master.
Huh?
Ning Jiang let out a soft sound of surprise. A light flickered on the scroll as a kind of Power gradually awakened within it.
