Inside the cultivation room.
Zhang Jing's eyes were tightly closed, and the aura around him was becoming increasingly oppressive and terrifying.
In an instant.
It was as if he had broken through a certain boundary.
Drip! Drip!
The sound of falling droplets continuously echoed.
At the same time.
A terrifying momentum suddenly erupted from within him, filling the entire cave dwelling in an instant.
The fog-like spiritual energy that permeated the air was suddenly drawn together as if by a powerful force, forming long rivers that surged towards the cultivation room.
The fast-flowing spiritual energy stirred the air currents, causing a wild wind within the cave dwelling.
Zhang Jing unconsciously opened his mouth.
In the blink of an eye, an enormous amount of spiritual energy, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, was swallowed up by him.
Inside his Dantian.
