The waterfall thundered down from the towering cliffs, sending countless streams of icy water crashing against the rocks below, while the mist drifting across the valley made the surrounding mountains appear hazy and distant. Zion stood at the edge of the rushing current, studying the place where the water struck the rocks with enough force to send splashes several feet into the air, and although he could already feel the biting cold against his skin, he showed no intention of backing away.
His current body was far weaker than he wanted to admit, and he knew that relying entirely on spiritual cultivation would not solve the problem. The body he had inherited had suffered years of neglect and malnutrition, leaving its muscles underdeveloped and its foundation fragile, so even though his cultivation had improved considerably over the past month, his physical strength remained a serious weakness.
