"What's this guy up to?" someone muttered. The scar-faced cultivator watched with a raised brow as Mo Hao touched down on the mountain peak and settled into a meditative posture.
Then, the scar-faced man let out a dry chuckle. "Seriously? He's trying to cultivate here?" he scoffed. "The Spiritual Qi around this place is so weak, even a Transcendence realm cultivator would struggle to get their Dao Origin Power back, never mind trying to improve their cultivation. What a joke!"
What he didn't know was that he was about to face something far beyond his understanding.
High on that desolate mountain, Mo Hao remained calm and unbothered. His body stayed still, but part of his consciousness was already working behind the scenes, issuing commands to his system. He was getting ready to spend his Pretentious Points to stabilize his current level in the Transcendence realm.
