Time slipped past like a white colt flashing through a crack, gone in the blink of an eye!
A year later!
White Cloud Sect, forbidden grounds.
Deep within an ancient palace, inside a Quiet Room.
This day!
The vast pressure permeating the Quiet Room began to grow violently unstable, like magma on the verge of eruption.
Such an intense change originated from the figure seated cross-legged upon the Cloud Bed.
At this moment!
Cheng Buzheng slowly opened his eyelids. His half-open eyes appeared exceptionally calm.
Yet at the same time, his hands formed a Seal Technique!
In an instant, a swath of Spirit Light, accompanied by a peculiar rhythm, enveloped the many heavenly treasures suspended in midair and the endless Spirit Stones covering the ground.
Immediately after.
A soft shout rang out within the Quiet Room!
"Draw!"
In an instant, boundless devouring force descended upon the countless Spirit Stones on the ground.
In but a moment, the pure Spirit Energy within innumerable Spirit Stones transformed into a river of Spirit Light, pouring backward toward the figure atop the Cloud Bed.
At the same time!
The many heavenly treasures floating in midair also poured forth endless Dao-rhyme radiance in that instant, transforming into three-colored Rosy Cloud light that cascaded toward the Myriad Transformation Dao Body seated cross-legged upon the Cloud Bed.
In less than the time of a breath!
Countless Spirit Stones and incomparably precious heavenly treasures were reduced to mundane objects.
Thud! Thud!!
The many heavenly treasures, their essence completely exhausted, fell from midair onto the ground, merging into chunks of Waste Stone.
At this moment, these heavenly treasures had also lost their former marvels.
No longer did Dao rhyme coil around them.
Much less did they blaze with Spirit Light.
It was also at this moment!
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