Mountain ranges encircled a vast lake. Mist shrouded its surface, and green waters reflected the peaks, like an immortal realm descended into the mortal world.
Fang Wang walked to the lakeside and sat in meditation, sensing the spiritual energy in the area. A smile appeared on his face as he praised, "Not bad. This truly is an excellent place for cultivation."
Little Purple let out a breath of relief. Fang Wang had not spoken all along the way, and from time to time, a baleful aura had emanated from him, making Little Purple tremble with fear.
"Go do as you please. I'll cultivate here from now on."
After saying this, Fang Wang began circulating his cultivation technique and drawing in energy.
He needed to calm his mind through Qi Gathering cultivation. The air here was fresh, and wherever he looked, the scenery broadened his heart.
Little Purple immediately left Fang Wang's chest. The serpent turned back to look at Fang Wang, flicked out a few times, then silently departed.
There was still a long time before the half-year deadline. Fang Wang had already gained enough, and settling his mind here was not a bad choice.
Half an hour later, he opened his eyes and continued drawing in energy as he admired the view over the lake.
Veiled by the thick fog, the mountains and waters seemed mysterious and dreamlike. Ripples occasionally spread across the lake, and fish sometimes leapt from its surface. Everything seemed so beautiful.
After spending more than four hundred years in the Heavenly Palace, he could still never tire of such mountains and waters.
And so, the sun set and the moon rose as day after day passed.
Fang Wang remained seated by the lake without ever rising. He watched the mist disperse and gather, watched the