Nightfall descended upon Zhuo Peak, the cool evening breeze sweeping through.
Compared to the main peaks, lush and bustling, this place seemed much quieter.
Gu Sheng arrived at the very summit of Zhuo Peak under the cover of darkness.
Gazing toward the other main peaks, he caught sight of the most luminous Spiritual Peak, shrouded in drifting Immortal Energy, as if stars danced in harmony with its presence.
Gu Sheng gently churned his Divine Power.
In an instant, surges of radiance emanated from beneath his feet.
Yet, to avoid detection from others, Gu Sheng quickly extinguished the brilliance, restoring the surroundings to pitch-black silence.
"Zhuo Peak, a perfect place for cultivation."
Gu Sheng muttered to himself.
He then sat cross-legged and began to softly adjust his breathing.
Morning came, between 7 a.m. and 9 a.m.
"Whoosh!"
A streak of light descended from the heavens.
The light fell upon Gu Sheng, vanishing in an instant.
