"Quack! Powerful!"
"Once you have comprehended, so have I!"
Yi Chen sat cross-legged, a slight upturn appeared at the corner of his mouth after reviewing all his memories. As his mind mirrored his thoughts, a strange transformation suddenly occurred within Bear Cave.
For a moment, sands flew and stones dashed about as the colors of the wind and clouds changed.
"Chu!"
"Why make such a big fuss?"
The Daoist suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze piercing through the layers of rock walls as his formidable spiritual power swept around.
Within the vast azure sky, centered around Bear Cave, clouds and mists of a thousand miles were dyed, with numerous magnificent nebulae racing toward the vortex at the storm's center above Bear Cave.
The closer they were to the center of the storm, the more the nebulae shimmered with streaming light.
In almost an instant, a seven-colored storm formed above Yi Chen's head.
