บท 109: The Art of Creation

Another five years passed.

Within the Shu Mountain Lower House, the faces had changed, but there were still people familiar with Fang Yuan.

However, there was no one deliberately befriending Fang Yuan anymore.

Because, without any surprises, Fang Yuan was set to leave the Lower House next month when his ten years were up.

"In the blink of an eye, it's been almost ten years."

Seated on a mat, Fang Yuan let out a long breath, then lazily stretched, looking at the unchanged scenery outside the window, and smiled.

"I've finally transformed a part of the Supreme Qi Forging Skill."

As the thought crossed his mind, Fang Yuan's heart moved slightly. He took a deep breath and began sensing the Yuan-Qi within his body.

His Yuan-Qi had been accumulated three years ago, and now it was pure and abundant. If he didn't intend to cultivate the Supreme Qi Forging Skill directly, he would have broken through to the mana realm long ago.