This time, Jack Clark had been in closed-door cultivation for almost two days.
As the heavy door of the Cultivation Room slowly opened, a suffocating and oppressive aura filled the air, its invisible might causing many 'locals' in the distance to tense up.
These cultivation rooms were constructed around the divine tree's mountainous roots, robust and thick, also protected by the divine tree so there was no worry of being disturbed.
About a mile away from the Cultivation Room was a modern city built against the 'mountain,' inhabited by hundreds of thousands of locals, including women and children.
As for the elderly, none had yet appeared among these new humans who had only been proliferating for a few decades.
Even from a mile away, those people wore expressions of awe, gazing with reverence at the black-haired young man who was slowly emerging from the Cultivation Room.