Inside the closed-off space, Zhou Yishui sat cross-legged, looking ethereal and solemn. His eyes were tightly closed, but the Spirit Eye on his forehead was continuously opening and closing.
Every opening and closing of the Spirit Eye seemed to let a stream of golden light flow through.
Zhou Yishui was contemplating; he wanted to comprehend the secrets of this place, obtain the greatest inheritance of the Supreme Saint Hall, and then leave this eerie place that left a bad impression on him.
Not knowing how long he had been meditating, Zhou Yishui even felt that his realm had improved slightly, bringing him a step closer to the Spirit Vein realm.
Even so, Zhou Yishui could still not comprehend any secrets, nor could he detect anything special within this enclosed space.
Zhou Yishui couldn't help but wonder, is my contemplation useful at all?
