The drizzle was continuous, and the chill reached the bone.
On the magnificent and bizarre Tianluo Mountain, fine rain fell like silk, mist seeped into the forest, blurring the world.
In an elegant pavilion built amidst the mountains, Lu Yuan sat cross-legged on a mat, his eyes slightly closed, his aura fluctuating intensely. The surrounding spiritual energy spiraled towards him like a whirlpool.
A massive influx of spiritual energy poured into his body, and as Lu Yuan circulated the cultivation techniques from the Taiping Dao Book and silently recited the mantra, he spared no effort to refine this spiritual energy into magic power.
A large amount of magic power was born within him, and under the guidance of the mantra, a strand of golden Qi emerged from within a beam of earthy yellow Immortal Light, weaving through and bolstering itself with magic power in the sea of his magic strength.
