In an unknown location.
Fang Yan took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes. The mist that had enveloped him began to clear. As he clutched his fists, his gaze shifted to his hand.
"It's good. I have the feeling that my cultivation speed has increased. It won't be long before I reach the middle stage of the Core Formation Realm, "He muttered but shook his head.
"But something isn't right. Something was changing inside my body, and I could feel it. It was as if I had been blessed with incredible power."
When it began to rain heavily, he had the feeling that Heaven was in mourning for something. He, too, felt the agony of losing someone. He did not know what had happened, but when he continued his cultivation, he noticed that something was changing.
He also felt a calling. He had the feeling that someone was urging him to become stronger.
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