Almost two weeks passed since Davis started his seclusion, and four months passed inside the Nine-Treasured Immortal Ordeal Palace.
Residing in the Life Nurturing formation, he stood up from seclusion, heaving a heavy breath as he exhaled. His blonde hair was slightly disheveled, and his clothes were torn apart in every place. Along with the countless scars on his body, he looked like a complete beggar.
Not even an average woman would look this way with the way he looked. However, his aura was extremely condensed yet practically kept concealed so that almost none at his level would be able to perceive it.
It was unknown what kind of level he had reached.
