High noon.
Yihe Gate.
Main Peak.
About the International Conference being held in Kyoto.
Although both Li Wuji and Sun Yihe had mentioned it to Chen Sheng.
He didn't take it to heart.
From beginning to end.
What Chen Sheng cared about was only his own strength.
He didn't want to bother with anything unrelated to increasing his strength.
From last night until now.
Nearly half a day had passed.
In Chen Sheng's perception.
The five seeds of desire being brewed inside his body had already reached the edge of birth.
"Inhale——"
"Exhale——"
Chen Sheng's breathing rhythm became slower and slower.
Each time took several minutes.
The blood roaring in a martial artist's body like a raging ocean, brought with it extremely high in-body temperatures.
Between each breath.
Clouds and mist enveloped the mountain peak.
As if it were a paradise.
Only the multicolored patterns on Chen Sheng's body made this "Fairyland" reveal a trace of eerie strangeness.
Time gradually passed.
