Mount Buzhou.
The once-calm space suddenly twisted, and a Space-Time Gate appeared.
Whoosh!
A figure flew out.
"I'm back again."
Gazing at that familiar pillar holding up the heavens, Ling Feng murmured to himself.
He had a space-time anchor on Mount Buzhou, which allowed him to descend here whenever he wished.
"The Immortal Spirit Energy of the Primordial World really is rich. Here on Mount Buzhou, it even condenses into mist. This truly is an outstanding holy ground for cultivation."
Ling Feng spread his arms and took deep breaths of the energy-rich air.
After just a breath or two, he felt as though his cultivation at the peak of the Golden Immortal realm was about to overflow and erupt.
Yet he continued to suppress it. He did not want to break through too soon; otherwise, he would have done so long ago.
After all, this stage was the best time for him to comprehend the Laws. Until he met his own requirements, he would not break through.
Still, despite his efforts to suppress it, a little energy spilled out. Those faint fluctuations caused quite a commotion.
No sooner had Ling Feng's aura leaked out than a cave at the foot of Mount Buzhou erupted with powerful fluctuations.
Then a streak of rainbow light flashed toward him.
"Damn, she noticed me."
Ling Feng hurriedly tried to flee, but before he could move, a graceful figure appeared before him atop a Seven-Colored Auspicious Cloud, gazing at him with delighted surprise.
However, that delight soon turned to annoyance.
Whoosh!
The woman floated straight up to Ling Feng. He looked at her awkwardly and gave a sheepish smile.
"M-Master."
"So you still remember that I'm your master?"
Nuwa glared at Ling Feng, her expression icy.
Clearly, she still held a grudge over his running