Shen Luo paid little heed to this. After all, those strange gray birds were only at the soul condensation stage. No matter how many came, they would pose no threat.
He closed his eyes and began circulating the Nameless Art amid the raging sandstorm.
He had spent these days wandering from place to place, hardly ever settling down. But with that bottle of One-Origin True Water, his cultivation had never been interrupted.
After numerous fierce battles, especially his brush with death inside the Yin-Yang Qi Bottle at Lion Camel Ridge, his cultivation had grown increasingly refined, slowly approaching the peak of the Mahayana late stage.
Shen Luo felt quite gratified. Judging by his current cultivation, another short period of secluded cultivation would bring him to the peak of the Mahayana late stage. After that, he could consume the Ginkgo Spirit Fruit and attempt to break through to the true immortal stage.
Before attempting that breakthrough, however, he needed to prepare a few magic treasures to withstand the true immortal tribulation. The perilous ordeal he had endured while surviving the thunder tribulation in the Dream World, escaping death by a hair, remained vivid in his memory.
Shen Luo sat quietly for a while. At last, the sandstorm passed, and the bright, starry sky appeared once more.
After a brief discussion, the two decided to simply rest here for the night and resume their search for Heavenly Mechanism City tomorrow.
Shen Luo took out a drop of One-Origin True Water and was about to swallow it to cultivate.
Suddenly, however, he looked into the distance. A faint smile touched his lips as he turned to Fu Donglai. "Fellow Daoist Fu, an old friend has come to see you."
Fu Donglai's divine sense was not as powerful as Shen Luo's. He paused briefly