In the sky, a ray of light streaked across.
After he landed, a middle-aged man in a white robe appeared. He looked around and muttered,""This place is not bad!"
With a wave of his hand, rays of light flew out and turned into layers of arrays, enveloping the valley below.
Sitting down in the valley, he took out a Jade slip and wrote down the cultivation technique he had just obtained.
Finally, he carved the three words "soul derivation Sutra" on the surface of the Jade slip.
Then, he closed his eyes and began to comprehend the technique.
From time to time, his brows would furrow slightly, as if he had encountered some trouble, but he would quickly relax again.
After a long time, he opened his eyes.
"My efforts were not in vain. This cultivation technique is indeed not bad!" Tang Hao chuckled. He was happy.
