Bluestone Cave Mansion, Cultivation Room.
The array patterns on the four walls shimmer, isolating this cultivation room from the outside world. Inside, only a blue lamp is lit, with its flickering flame illuminating Ning Zhuo's calm face.
He is seated cross-legged on a cushion, with a thin sheet of paper floating before him.
Luoshu Book Pages.
It's neither gold nor jade, neither silk nor stone, as thin as a cicada's wings, yet seemingly bearing the weight of a mountain.
Ning Zhuo takes a deep breath.
Refining a Taoist Artifact is not an easy task.
It's important to know that Ning Zhuo is only a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.
Ning Zhuo begins his breathing control.
