In the silent cultivation secret chamber.
Ye Chenfeng furrowed his brows tightly, feeling a sense of suffocation within.
As he felt the increase in strength within his body, his face was filled with hesitation.
Suddenly sensing a burning sensation on his right arm, he immediately rolled up his sleeve. To his surprise, the nine red blood lines on his right arm inexplicably began to flash, filling him with both puzzlement and delight.
He hadn't actively tried to stimulate the nine blood lines on his right arm. Now, with the nine red blood lines flashing on their own, did this perhaps signify an opportunity for a breakthrough? Moreover, could it lead him to further Nirvana?
After this thought crossed his mind, Ye Chenfeng made up his mind. With a thought, he retrieved two pieces of Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Bamboo from his little world.
