Heart-Devouring Seed

Duan Rong leaned against the railing, sitting on the altar platform as the afternoon sunlight warmed his body.

Half-squinting, he lay there lazily, occasionally picking up a fruit and taking a bite.

Duan Rong was not putting on a show for Chu Wushang and Wei Yan. Though he could barely withstand the spiritual pressure of the four Mountain Body Divine Statues, two consecutive days of cultivation had left his divine soul deeply exhausted. He truly needed to rest.

Leaning there, Duan Rong ate several fruits before beginning to snore softly.

On the mountain peak southeast of the valley, Wei Yan's eyes shifted slightly. Surprised, he said, "That kid fell asleep?"

Chu Wushang lowered his head to look at the Mountain Fruit Duan Rong had stuffed into his hand, his expression icy.

Duan Rong slept for little more than an hour before abruptly waking. After eating several more Mountain Fruits, he sat cross-legged at the center of the altar platform and swiftly immersed himself in cultivating the Garbha Sutra once more.

From the mountain peak, Chu Wushang and Wei Yan continued to cast a Consciousness Shroud over the altar platform, observing Duan Rong. Both were curious how long it would take him to reach Level 18 of the Garbha Realm.

In both their eyes, Duan Rong was a monster.

In Chu Wushang's view, Duan Rong had used barely more than twenty days to attain Levels 14 through 17 of the Garbha Sutra.

In Wei Yan's view, Duan Rong had reached Level 17 of the Garbha Sutra at such a young age. Moreover, he was the first person in a thousand years able to cultivate the Garbha Sutra here. The immense spiritual pressure of those four Mountain Body Divine Statues was not something just anyone could endure.

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