At this moment,
Tang Yuanshan sat cross-legged on the ground. Liu Sui, Zhou Wu, Yu Liang, Yang Li, Qin Yang, the Qi family, Duan Jianghai, Liang Yuan, Cheng Hao, Liu Fangyuan and dozens of others retreated to a distance of ten meters and formed a circle. The afternoon sunlight poured in from the shattered holes. It was quiet all around as a breeze gently swept by.
Somehow, they all felt as if they were witnessing a momentous point in history.
Because there, standing solemnly in the center, was Wei Cheng, exuding a power beyond their understanding. It was as though the world itself had become his backdrop.
In their minds, he embodied the ideal image of a Cultivator.
"Enter a meditative state, calm your mind, channel your mana. There's no need for any changes," Wei Cheng's voice echoed.
He then looked up at the sky once again. The next moment, his gaze collided with the incoming sunlight, as if igniting a dormant force.
