At the same time, one level below the Martial God Altar.
Shen Luo sat cross-legged, enveloped by green light, appearing translucent like colored glaze. A hemispherical blue light curtain surrounded his body, repelling all Demonic Qi three feet away, making it impossible to get close.
Above his head hung the Qingling Wood Seal, its tree shadow's light flickering unceasingly.
The Spiritual Power from the Divine Wood Clan that had been emanating from Shen Luo was being completely absorbed by it, with not a bit wasted.
A moment later, his eyes suddenly opened, a sharp light flashing within, as the corners of his mouth curled into a pleased smile.
He had not expected that the journey to the Divine Wood Clan would allow him to break through his bottleneck and advance to the Late Mahayana Stage so quickly.
