The Milky Way dazzled as it hung suspended in the sky. Sparkling and brilliant, it was vast and boundless.
Meng Lei sat cross-legged on a large tree fork as he did his daily meditation. Cultivation was a process akin to rowing against the tide—one must constantly forge ahead, or else they would be driven back. One must be diligent and relentless with their cultivation.
The forest in the night wasn't a quiet and peaceful place, and beast roars distracted one's mind every once in a while. Meng Lei had already gotten used to it by now, though, and he concentrated on refining his magic power and improving his spiritual power.
