Three days later, the escort convoy reached the edge of Duan Yun Gorge.
As the carriage jolted along, Wang Yue sat cross-legged, slowly tightening the two turbulent force networks within his body.
He did not rush to advance his cultivation. Instead, he calmly circulated the "Nine Eyes Condensing Net Chapter" and the "Blood Dragon Secret Method." Both secret arts had been created by the sect's ancestors. The lower one's cultivation was when they were mastered, the greater the benefit for the future and the firmer the foundation.
When the final wisp of energy returned to his dantian, Wang Yue finished his cultivation and opened his eyes. A sharp glint flashed through them and vanished.
A few stray threads of energy spilled from his force network as it trembled upon completion.
Across from him, Zheng Gaocè caught sight of them and could not help clicking his tongue. Brother Zhou's force quality was truly bizarre. How had he cultivated it? It was actually even more condensed than Zheng Gaocè's own energy.
He truly could not understand why, though both of them had attained great accomplishment in force cultivation, Wang Yue's power had reached such a level.
Wang Yue did not explain. Many talents lay behind this.
First, his qi and blood meridian talent and traits had repeatedly tempered him, already achieving a state of deep purification.
Second, the Pure Yang Limitless Strength was like an eternally burning flame, constantly scorching and purifying every trace of force within him, burning away all impurities and leaving only the essence.
He merely smiled faintly and looked out the carriage window.
The nearby mountains had collapsed into an enormous hollow, like a gorge blasted out by a meteorite. Cracks crisscrossed the bottom, descending beyond sight.
"This place..." Zheng Gaocè also leaned out to look at the