Tempering Combat Skills

The several hundred plunderers were all at least at the Late Out of Body Stage, so there was no need for anyone to teach them how to cultivate. After thousands of years of killing and wandering, they were long since weary of it all. Now that they had a place to settle down, they could finally live in peace, cultivating or learning things like formations and alchemy. Their lives were comfortable indeed.

Lu Yuan was delighted to see everyone doing so well. Aside from handling day-to-day affairs, he spent his time cultivating. Since breaking through to the Mahayana Stage, he hadn't properly experienced the wonders of this realm. Now that he had some rare free time, he wanted to stabilize his cultivation.

Let's leave aside how everything at Lingxiao Pavilion was moving in a positive direction, and turn to Ling Tian. After making his decision that day, he began cultivating with all his might.

On Lingxiao Star, in a place where strange rocks jutted in every direction, Ling Tian sat cross-legged atop a boulder. Little Ze lay nearby, letting out a couple of snores now and then.

A closer look revealed sweat still clinging to Ling Tian's forehead. His entire body was soaked, and his originally snow-white lapels were now covered in stone chips and slightly disheveled. He looked utterly exhausted, as if every last trace of spiritual energy had been drained from him.

The surrounding open ground was strewn with rocks. Their freshly broken edges showed that they had only recently been smashed apart. On some of the more intact boulders and rock faces, faint prints could be seen: palm prints, Swastika seals, and fist marks. These impressions sank half a foot into the stone, and a vast, majestic aura faintly radiated from them. It was Buddhist Spiritual Energy.