Another five years of heat and cold swept past.
A muffled, thunderous boom suddenly rang out deep within the earth veins, and the spiritual energy throughout the Hidden Dragon Mountain Range abruptly seethed as though boiling!
Clouds and mist churned among the mountains. Beasts prostrated themselves in terror, and cultivators in seclusion were jolted awake by the tremendous spiritual pressure.
The massive stone gate of the Jia Jiu Cave Abode, weighing over ten thousand jun, slowly rose, grinding years of accumulated dust to powder with a rumbling roar.
A figure strode out of the cavern's depths, the spiritual energy around him not yet restrained;
it spread outward in layers like tangible tides, pressing all vegetation within a thousand zhang flat and sending rocks tumbling.
The newcomer wore dark-purple robes and had an excessively youthful face. Only his eyes were deep, with a seeming glimmer of blood flickering as his gaze shifted.
It was none other than Qing Chen, who had spent years in seclusion and broken through here.
By now, over ten thousand cultivators had gathered in a dense, dark mass throughout the Hidden Dragon Mountain Range, yet not one dared approach within a thousand zhang of his cave abode;
they clustered at a distance, as though gazing up at a divine miracle.
Here was a living Nascent Soul True Lord whose breakthrough they had all witnessed-and clearly a powerful True Lord at that.
Among the crowd were quite a few Pseudo-Nascent Soul cultivators with inscrutable auras, and even several concealed fluctuations belonging to Dharma Nascent Soul True Lords;
-yet at this moment, all held their breath and focused their minds, not daring the slightest impertinence.
Qing Chen swept his indifferent gaze over them.
The might of a Nascent Soul True Lord bore down like an invisible mountain, making everyone's