In the practice of cultivation, the passage of time goes unnoticed; in the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.
The night recedes, and a faint light of dawn gradually emerges in the sky.
Yesterday's heavy rain not only washed away the heat on Lingbi Mountain but also made the greenery in the mountain forest even more lush and vibrant.
Soon, a red sun appeared halfway over the eastern mountains, its rays piercing the mountain mist to illuminate a cliff on the mountainside of Lingbi Mountain.
At this moment, Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged atop the cliff, gazing serenely at the distant, slowly rising sun, as a layer of golden light emanated from his entire body.
Strands of Great Sun Purple Qi descended from the sky, gradually merging into the golden light surrounding him, eventually becoming part of the protective golden light.
