Ling Daoyi!

Tiandao Sect.

A man dressed in a Daoist robe, his hair tied in a topknot, appeared to be around forty. He sat cross-legged on a large rock at the edge of a cliff atop a mountain peak, his eyes slightly closed.

The morning sun had just begun to rise, and layer upon layer of auspicious Qi drifted over the mountaintop.

Golden light spilled across the man, and golden halos seemed to circle his body, making him look like an immortal or a sage.

Countless rays of dawn and auspicious Qi were drawn toward him by some mysterious force surging within his body. As he breathed in and out, he absorbed them.

With each breath, two streams of white vapor shot from the man's nostrils like arrows, stretching more than ten meters before gradually dispersing...

Eating the Morning Glow and Drinking the Qi!

This was one of the signs that a cultivator had achieved great success!

After an unknown amount of time, the man finally exhaled slowly and opened his eyes.

He sat quietly for a little longer, as if carefully contemplating something, then rose to his feet. In an instant, he turned into a streak of light and flew back to the Main Hall within Tiandao Sect.

"Master!"

As the man landed, an elderly man who looked to be around sixty or seventy hurried over to greet him, bowing respectfully.

"Mm."

The man nodded slightly and glanced at the old man. "If I recall correctly, the duel you mentioned between Bei Chen Zhenren and a Great Grandmaster surnamed Ning took place yesterday, didn't it?"

"What was the result?"

The old man hurriedly replied, "Reporting to you, Master, I was just about to tell you about it."

"Go on."

The man spoke calmly.

The old man took a deep breath. "The