At dawn, clouds enveloped Qiongbi Peak.
Within the misty Spirit field, rows of Purple Jade Spirit Rice glistened magnificently, radiating vibrant vitality.
In the pond, a Big black fish swept its tail, leading a group of Spirit fish in patrolling their territory, causing continuous bubbling sounds in the pond.
Inside the Spiritual beast pen.
Several Spiritual sheep, oblivious to the misfortune that might befall them, munched on the straws of Purple Jade Spirit Rice while bleating.
A group of Spiritual ducks quacked loudly, and even the frogs by the pond, overfed on the decayed leaves of Purple Jade Spirit Rice, had gained spirituality and were croaking non-stop early in the morning.
Inside the secret room.
Ning Daoran slowly opened his eyes; his cultivation in the Returning to the True Level of True Yang Furnace Technique had solidified, and he now had over two thousand five hundred droplets of condensed Magic Power Liquid in his body.
