Chen Chuan spent the entire night in continuous Spiritual Cultivation.
While the essence flowing from the other side couldn't compare to the period when Central City's Celestial Gate was open, there were no enemies around, nor did he need to worry about anything else.
Even if there were beings on the other side coveting this end, they were blocked by the creature occupying the Rift's entrance. This allowed him to devote himself completely to his cultivation.
Just before dawn, he withdrew from his meditation, reached for the Snow Monarch Blade beside him, and stood up.
Perhaps because he had been so immersed, it felt as if only a moment had passed.
During this session, he could feel his Spiritual Power increasing drop by drop. This kind of cultivation was truly intoxicating; he didn't want to stop at all. But he had an agreement with Tarlu not to cultivate during the day. Since they trusted him enough to let him come here alone, he wouldn't betray that understanding.
