At night, cool breezes blew.
Ou Yangming sat cross-legged and visualized the snow mountain in his spiritual world. This had become one of his daily compulsory lessons.
The snow mountain grew taller bit by bit. It was not fast, but it was unusually stable. Ou Yangming was a very persistent person. Otherwise, he would not have been able to rely on the Heavenly Phoenix Fire to go from being a mayfly to a roc.
Candle lights flickered, giving the room a bit of warmth.
He took out a Volcanic Ore and forcefully squeezed it. His power that could split stone steles was only able to change the shape of the ore.
Ou Yangming was amazed. He kept trying. If it was not for the fact he was at the Seven Stars Sect, he would have tried to refine an interspatial bag.
After an hour, his heart guarded his soul, and he fell into silence.
