Wang Wei, who was completely naked, opened his eyes from his chamber. His body had tattoos from his face to his toes. With a thought, the tattoos became alive and rushed into his head or Sea of Consciousness.
"All preparations are done," he muttered before dressing and standing up. He gazed at his cultivation room, knowing this would be the last time. 'Should I leave this room for the sect?' As a place he'd used to cultivate since he proved the Dao, this place was precious due to his aura and Dao Rhyme.
'Forget it. I already left them enough.' He had already drastically increased the sect's foundation — including leaving a blood pool from his blood essence to nourish future body cultivators. They did not need any more.
