"You should have an Amon clansman of considerable strength by your side, shouldn't you? Didn't he tell you?" Hun Tiandi revealed a puzzled expression.
"Ah... I forgot," Di Er Meng screamed in Mu Chen's mind.
Mu Chen: "..."
Hun Tiandi smiled. "After refining the Spiritual Meridian, your strength should rise greatly. It will also make it easier for you to subdue the Budu Ancient Clan and benefit the actions to come... Hurry and refine it. I'll stand guard for you."
Mu Chen nodded.
The two changed locations and arrived at a mountain peak outside Budu City.
Mu Chen sat cross-legged on a boulder and quickly entered a state of cultivation.
He closed his eyes, and his consciousness continuously sank, as though passing through layer upon layer of space.
In this tranquil state of mind, he sensed for a long while. After seeing through layers of mist, he finally beheld a chaotic space.
Mysterious fog filled the space, making it appear gray and hazy. Mu Chen keenly noticed that this fog could block and weaken perception, and it did not originate from himself—it had come from outside.
Someone had hidden his Spiritual Meridians!
Was it you, Mother...? An inexplicable tremor suddenly arose in Mu Chen's heart, and warmth flowed through him.
"I'm no longer that weak infant from the past... This layer of fog can disperse now."
The softness in Mu Chen's eyes gradually faded, replaced by an edge as sharp as a sword.
As his bearing changed, the mysterious fog trembled and receded like a tide.
A beam of light emerged from the darkness and condensed into a purple crescent moon beneath Mu Chen's watchful consciousness.
"One purple moon? Uh... only one Spiritual Meridian?" Mu Chen began to doubt himself. He shouldn't be the worst sort, with only a human-grade