Two days slipped by in a flash, and before long, it was May fifteenth.
In the early hours, during the hour of the Ox, the entire world lay submerged in ink-black darkness.
The night hung thick and heavy. Stars and moon concealed their radiance, and a sea of clouds shrouded the sky.
Lingxi Peak's rolling mountains, scattered halls, and winding paths were all swallowed by darkness. Every sound had fallen still, and silence reigned in all directions. The sect's disciples remained deep in slumber, and the whole Profound Truth Sect lay steeped in profound quiet.
Only the training room quarter halfway up the peak remained lit. Inside Yang Jing's exclusive Grade-A Training Room, the lamps still burned brightly, and his arduous cultivation had yet to cease.
The sealed chamber shut out both the mountain winds and the darkness outside. Origin energy filled the room as thick as clouds, while the exotic beast musk that perpetually lingered there spread a mellow, lasting fragrance that aided comprehension of the Dao.
Yang Jing stood bare-chested, his frame straight and strong, his muscles finely honed.
After days of deep nourishment from the Six-Calamity Heaven Lotus Leaf and relentless tempering day and night, his flesh, sinews, and bones had grown ever more compact and solid. His physique had smooth, sharp contours without appearing coarse, and every inch of muscle held a restrained, concentrated explosive force. His blood and qi brimmed with vitality, and his foundation had become increasingly deep and firm.
He stood in the very center of the chamber, his feet planted firmly shoulder-width apart. With Waist and Horse as One, his spine stood straight as a spear, and his aura settled like a mountain as he devoted himself to honing the Mountain-Splitting Seal.
This true art was a supreme killing technique. It demanded