When all the cultivators in the world had their eyes on northern Luo City.
In the boundless sea outside Dongyang county.
On a lone island.
In front of a thatched cottage.
A lonely figure sat there with his legs crossed. This person's essence, energy, and spirit seemed to be on the verge of being extinguished. It was so weak that it was almost undetectable, as if his aura would disappear at any moment.
It was like an old man who was at the end of his lifespan, causing his aura to be cut off.
However, this figure's body contained an extremely powerful force that was filled with vitality.
This small island was the place where du Longyang was in closed-door cultivation.
He had been sitting here for more than half a year.
In reality, he was just a hair's breadth away from breaking through.
However, just this hair's breadth had caused him to expend countless amounts of mental energy.
