Soon after.
Luo Dingtian and the others arrived at the valley where Yang Luo was.
When they saw the scene in the valley, everyone present was greatly shocked.
Yang Luo was shimmering with a golden light, as if forged from Immortal Gold Divine Iron, radiating brilliance.
Spiritual energy from heaven and earth continuously surged into his body, and ancient mysterious Long Wen and runes appeared on his surface, with traces of Daoist charm flowing.
At this moment, Yang Luo sat cross-legged on a large rock in the center of the lake, like an ancient idol, motionless.
He forgot everything around him, as if merging with heaven and earth, carefully comprehending his own Dao.
The golden beam of light soaring into the sky lingered for a long time, as if wanting to penetrate the endless Void Universe.
No one knew how much time had passed.
Gradually, the golden beam of Dao light slowly dissipated.
Just when everyone thought Yang Luo had finished cultivating.
Suddenly.
