Night fell, and not long after, wisps of moonlight descended from the moon that had just risen.
At this time, Zhou Feng was sitting cross-legged in the courtyard. He planned to start receiving these wisps of moonlight to begin refining the embryonic form of his nascent soul.
According to the records in the Sun-Moon Concentration Technique, Zhou Feng had to consume a large amount of soul power.
He was receiving the moonlight from the sky.
The moonlight was continuously drawn down and then fused into his Soul Altar.
Instantly, Zhou Feng felt a chill that penetrated deep into his soul. It was as if it had directly frozen his entire body.
"So cold!"
He forcefully pulled himself together and began to use the chilly moonlight to temper the little figure on the Soul Altar.
This tempering process was extremely painful.
