Fang Xi was immersed in his cultivation, gradually forgetting both himself and the world around him.
For him, after killing Lei Juexin at the Martial Arts Conference, there was nothing more for him to concern himself with.
In the Martial World, whether the righteous factions won or the Demon Path prevailed, what did it have to do with him?
Could it make his cultivation progress another level?
Most cultivators are inherently cold and indifferent by nature.
If it weren't for the requirements of good deeds and external cultivation needed for ascension, even the most orthodox mysterious sects would likely close their gates and focus purely on cultivation.
In a trance, time passed by unknowingly.
On this day.
Fang Xi's body shimmered with a five-colored light; suddenly, he felt a layer of impurity being shed from his magic power, and his cultivation improved significantly. He couldn't help but smile with joy as he awoke from his meditation.
