Shi Hao's mind was serene, forgetting everything outside, dwelling solely on the contemplation of the Dao, immersing himself in the profound and mysterious realm within!
He sat cross-legged within the golden pond, striving to comprehend, to perceive how to sever the initial Qi, integrating it into his body, which concerned his dao.
Above his head, the three flowers of the Great Dao bloomed and withered, the two small figures blurred and reappeared; throughout, the Initial Qi remained indestructible, etched like a pattern, imprinting on the second spirit.
At this point, the second small figure was silent, unable to move, unable to speak, only able to sit cross-legged there, sealed tightly like a dry stump.
Shi Hao pondered ways to break the seal; if he could rescue this small figure, his battle power would rise significantly!
This would be a terrifying prospect, as the second spirit excelled in slaughter, the shown might was enough to attest to its strength.
