Taiwu Mountain Range, an unnamed high cliff.
Atop the rugged cliff, on a protruding rock, Wang Chen sat cross-legged on the ground.
He wore a plain white robe, his legs crossed, eyes closed, his spirit wandering beyond the skies, breathing in and out after long intervals.
Surrounding mists lingered, white clouds arose, as if in a fairyland.
Wang Chen seemed to merge with the world around him, indistinguishable from the rock beneath him.
He had been sitting there for three days and three nights!
"Ying Ying!"
Suddenly, a White Fox leapt onto the boulder, flicking its fluffy tail, it gently cried out to Wang Chen twice.
Wang Chen abruptly opened his eyes.
He seemed to awaken from a deep slumber, like a sword drawn from its sheath, his dark pupils brimmed with radiant energy, revealing an immensely powerful aura.
"I have entered the Tao..."
A soft sigh resonated within Wang Chen's mind.
