One month later.
In the Blue Stone Garden, under the spirit woods, a purple and gold color sparkles with dazzling brilliance, like a starry rain of gold falling around. Xiao Chen has been sitting under the spiritual woods for several days without moving.
Hum Hum Hum!
A humming sound is now emanating from around where Xiao Chen sits, the space around him seems to ripple, emitting a sharp golden energy. This power is sharp, as if it could even tear the space apart.
At this moment, Xiao Chen is like a long spear with its sharp edge exposed. If a weaker warrior stares at he him for a long time, their eyes would ache from the overwhelming sharpness.
Hum!
Finally, a loud neigh bursts forth, the space in front of Xiao Chen displays a wave of sharp ripples, spreading straight ahead.
