In the predawn hours.
Chu Mu, already dressed, stood in the courtyard, blade in hand.
He stepped forward and struck. Each swing of the blade was as heavy as a mountain, surging with Power.
Although the progress of his Qi and Blood Cultivation appeared extremely slow on the Light Curtain Panel, its effects on his body were a near-transcendent metamorphosis.
With every move and form, the surging Power in his strikes was now more than double what it had been before he began his Qi and Blood Cultivation.
His heart pounded powerfully, and scalding Qi Blood coursed through his body. In the slight chill of early spring, this fusion of ice and fire caused white mist to swirl and disperse around him, making him look just like a legendary Immortal.
Time passed. At some unknown moment, his fierce and powerful slashes suddenly paused. After a brief halt, the light of his blade flared brilliantly. In that instant, its ferocious momentum seemed to have leaped to an entirely new level.
