Several days later.
On Lingyin Peak of Golden Court Mountain.
Chen Heng sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, a mass of thunderclap radiance churning endlessly above his head, filling the chamber with dazzling splendor and illuminating every tiny detail.
His figure, too, blurred amid the rumbling, flickering uncertainly like a torch swaying in the wind.
Half an hour later.
He abruptly formed a spell formula, drawing the thunderclap radiance back into his body.
Then, without hesitation, he grasped the Golden Cicada in his sleeve and instantly sank his consciousness into the One True Dharma Realm.
It was still that vast expanse with neither sky, sun, moon, nor stars above, nor vegetation or loose soil below-
But now.
A streak of lightning flashed through it, racing back and forth.
It was exceptionally fast.
Each movement carried it over a hundred yards away, its hazy light and shadow making its precise course impossible to grasp!
Only after putting it through its paces and familiarizing himself with this escape art's actual capabilities.
Did Chen Heng release the spell formula in his hands, shake his sleeve, and slowly emerge from the lightning.
The Thunderclap Flying Lightning Escape Art... truly worthy of a higher-vehicle Dao art created by High Immortal Yuchen. Learning it has made up for one of my shortcomings.
He smiled faintly and thought.
The Thunderclap Flying Lightning Escape Art was an exceptionally sophisticated higher-vehicle Dao art belonging to the category of escape arts.
It was said that with sufficient true qi and mastery refined to the point of pure perfection, using it to move oneself hundreds or thousands of miles away in a single breath was merely a trivial matter, nothing remarkable!
After Shen Yuanzhi summoned him that day, he had learned that the Flowing Fire Grand Transformation Grotto-Heaven would descend back