A month's time whizzed by.
On this day, the originally tranquil sky above the secret realm island suddenly roared with fierce winds, howling as the lake water whipped up waves several meters high, surging instantaneously towards the edge of the island.
The sky darkened, and clouds whose origins were unknown quickly covered the scorching sun overhead. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, interweaving into a network of silver lightning, as if doomsday had descended upon the entire secret realm.
At this moment, above the mountaintop cave dwelling where Liu Ming resided, the densely packed clouds began to tumble and roll, with columns of lightning occasionally piercing through, the rumbling noise ceaseless.
Inside the cave dwelling, Liu Ming felt as if the spiritual power in his spirit sea flowed as smoothly as blood within the body, energizing his limbs and bones, and his spirit was more fulfilled than ever before.
