Below Spirit Transformation

Time flew like an arrow, years flowed like a river. In the blink of an eye, spring had gone and autumn had come, and the crisp, refreshing season had arrived once more.

Over the past half month, the vast pressure that had blanketed hundreds of miles had steadily withdrawn. Its reach shrank day by day until it gradually contracted back into the Hidden Dragon Pavilion.

Seeing this, Flying Swan Ancestor, Bai Mei, and the others immediately realized that someone was about to emerge from seclusion. One after another, they turned their attention toward the Hidden Dragon Pavilion.

That day, within the cultivation grounds, the invisible yet surging vast aura gradually subsided.

As the divine light between his brows slowly faded, the Thunder Giant manifestation behind Zhao Sheng also gradually vanished into the void.

Not long afterward, Zhao Sheng slowly opened his eyes. Two dazzling bolts of lightning burst from his pupils, instantly turning the dim cultivation grounds as bright as day. The electric radiance lingered for a long while before fading.

After nearly a year of bitter secluded cultivation, he had completely absorbed the gains from this expedition. His cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds once again, breaking through in one breath to the Nascent Soul Eighth Level. He was not even far from advancing to the Nascent Soul Ninth Level.

Even Zhao Sheng had not expected that a single trip to the Guiyuan Ruins would bring him such enormous "gains."

Yet his greatest "gain" was not the increase in his strength. Zhao Sheng's face darkened like still water. With a flicker of thought, a silver-white mask engraved with an ox head and lightning patterns suddenly appeared on his face.

He reached up and removed the Kui Ox Treasure, weighing it in his hand. His expression grew even more