At dawn, a dazzling rosy glow suddenly split open the distant sky, carrying a vast expanse of fish-belly white as it spread across the horizon.
Several fading stars flickered in and out of sight across the pale-blue firmament. The earth lay shrouded in a hazy veil of silver-gray, all sounds stilled save for the silent drift of the morning mist.
Su Fan sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, meditating in a deep underground cavern.
At this moment, the cavern, which had already transformed into an Evil Spirit Domain, was filled with a dense, almost solid gray-black aura.
The surrounding rocks, gravel, and moss had all twisted and transformed into grotesque, misshapen evil phantoms, sinister and terrifying.
"Whoosh..."
After a long while, a drawn-out exhalation broke the silence.
Su Fan slowly opened his eyes, a trace of relief passing through their depths.
He had bitterly cultivated in this cavern for three years. Today, he had finally guided the restless Evil Spirit Origin Qi within his body back into his second Yin God.
Even the side effects left behind by the secret art Wrath of the True Dragon had completely vanished. His physical body, soul, and every other condition had recovered to their peak.
This recovery speed had far exceeded Su Fan's initial expectations.
He had originally thought he would need at least fifty or eighty years to recover fully. He had never expected to succeed in merely three short years.
Su Fan rose from the ground and lightly flicked his finger. A crisp snap tore through the Dead Silence of the cavern.
"Boom..."
A dull rumble resounded through the earth. The Evil Spirit Domain that had shrouded the cavern for years collapsed in an instant, dissolving into nothingness.
Su Fan stepped out of the mountain cave. The rich, pure spiritual power