Lu Ran had never once slacked off in his cultivation.
Only during battle, and during his once-a-month sleep, did he ever take a break.
Yet ordinary daily cultivation could never compare to secluded training. Since Lu Ran had stationed himself near Blazing Fire God Mountain, he had gradually settled into his own rhythm.
He spent most of his time cultivating single-mindedly, occasionally taking a stroll outside to snatch a few dead souls.
The key was to let a little water flow for a long time.
Sometimes, Lu Ran did not even need to seize them himself. Dead souls passing through his area would voluntarily feed themselves into his mouth.
Who would not enjoy reaping the rewards without lifting a finger?
Lu Ran was having the time of his life!
Cultivation, however—purifying Holy Spirit Qi—truly consumed both time and effort, and it gave Lu Ran a faint sense of pressure.
"Phew."
Lu Ran slowly exhaled.
At that moment, he was seated cross-legged on the eastern side of a Stone Peak, his head submerged beneath the thick Mist Sea.
Divine Power from heaven and earth constantly surged toward him. Strands of mist condensed into streams within his body, merged into rivers, and finally flowed into a vast ocean.
As a Heaven Realm First Layer powerhouse, the vessel of Lu Ran's body had already been filled with an immense ocean.
Every inch of him, without a single blind spot!
Even the Divine Power contained within his fingertips was vast enough to drown believers of the Mist, Stream, and River realms.
To ordinary believers, Lu Ran was no different from a god.
Yet every family had its own hard scripture to recite.
Even someone as powerful as Lu Ran had to endure untold hardship before he could refine a wisp of light, drifting Holy