One month later, in the city of Jiangxia.
That day, Lu Yuan climbed the mountain cliff, facing the morning glow of the rising sun, admiring the beautiful sunrise.
The river breeze was cool and crisp. Despite having been in spring for quite some time, the chill lingering between heaven and earth still remained in abundance, making it somewhat unbearably penetrating.
Fortunately, as a Martial Arts Xiantian with Inner Strength like a blazing furnace, Lu Yuan had long been immune to the extremes of heat and cold. His own cultivated magic power was also profoundly deep, so such minor suffering naturally was not taken to heart.
By comparison, the beauty of this early morning, which refined one's sentiment, delighted the heart and pleased the eye, made him yearn even more.
Gazing at the newly risen sun, Lu Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, the golden sunlight spilled over heaven and earth, bringing a breath of life to the awakening of all things.