Three days later.
Silver Frost Peak.
Zhou Ming was cultivating in his cave abode.
Now at the age of five hundred eighty, he had ascended to the Spirit Void Fusion Realm. With devoted cultivation, there was a chance for him to ascend even further, to the Jiedan Realm. Three days ago, upon seeing Yue Miaoyin's twilight years and her lonesome silhouette, he felt uneasy and increasingly worried.
He worried about facing a similar fate in two to three hundred years.
Thus, he cultivated with even greater diligence.
He delegated more of his affairs to his subordinates, the deacons, while he focused on intense cultivation within his cave abode.
Outside, the bright sun was shining.
Inside, a stick of Calming Spirit Incense was lit.
His cultivation technique circulated, with True Yuan flowing through his meridians like mighty rivers.
Suddenly.
The spiritual energy inside and outside the cave abode became restless, and the space around seemed to thunder with a roar—
Boom!
