Slashing Away the Good Corpse

"Do you still want to cultivate it?"

The White Tiger had asked this question countless times.

"Yes."

Han Feng replied.

"Other than cultivating it, I have no other choice."

The White Tiger let out a long sigh.

"Then come with me."

The White Tiger's enormous body slowly rose. This seemed to be one of the few times it had moved.

Han Feng followed behind the White Tiger, walking in silence.

Subtle changes were quietly taking place within this White Tiger Space.

Strands of light faded away from the edges, while the space before them grew increasingly bright.

The entire space seemed to be shrinking.

Han Feng's pupils contracted slightly. He could sense that the White Tiger's power was diminishing as well.

He wanted to speak, but the White Tiger glanced at him, its gaze clearly conveying that there was no need to say anything.

Han Feng swallowed the words he had intended to say and continued walking in silence.

This was a road of no return. The White Tiger was consuming its own power to create a more complete cultivation environment for Han Feng.

After a while, the White Tiger stopped before a cave.

Han Feng looked at the pitch-black entrance. His instincts told him that something terrifying lay inside.

The White Tiger glanced at the cave, then stepped inside without hesitation.

Han Feng followed the White Tiger into the cave, and an oppressive aura entirely different from the outside world rushed toward him.

The depths of the cave were not as empty as he had imagined. Instead, two utterly different roars faintly echoed from within—one low and majestic, carrying a power that soothed the heart; the other violent and ferocious, filled with the desire to destroy everything. Every howl shook loose fragments of stone from the cave walls.

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