Thousand Mountains Great Continent.
The mountain range where the Mirage Dragon's cave abode lay rose and fell, stretching across the Immortal Continent.
At dawn that day, a figure sat cross-legged on a tall blue rock atop a mountain, facing east as he breathed in spiritual essence.
It was Song Yan.
The rising sun had yet to emerge fully, but a faint fish-belly white already tinged the eastern horizon.
Purple Qi spread in a hazy glow from where sea met sky.
Song Yan sat with his eyes closed, slowly circulating the Purple Firmament Daoist Scripture within him.
He had never broken this habit of Dawn Gathering Qi, from when he first joined the Dongyuan Sect until now, nearly a hundred years after embarking on the Dao.
Especially after obtaining the Purple Qi Void-Union True Art, he had dared take it even less lightly.
Some things seemed simple, yet the deeper one cultivated them, the more one could sense their inexhaustible mysteries.
At that moment, a wisp of purple Qi followed his breath into his meridians, merging into his limbs and bones.
After several circuits, surging True Essence flowed into his Sword Mansion.
Song Yan slowly brought his cultivation to a close.
He opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath of stale air.
Looking around, he found the countless mountains had a distinctive beauty in the morning light. Thin mist wreathed the peaks, the distant sea glittered, and a few seabirds occasionally skimmed through the clouds.
Unfortunately-
Song Yan raised his head toward the sky. The strange phenomenon above dimmed this scenery somewhat.
At some point, Xiao He had sat down on another rock beside him.
Hugging her knees, she tilted her head back and stared blankly at the sun as well.
Only when Song Yan finished cultivating did Xiao He