At the very moment Wang Lici appeared at the White Cloud Pavilion.
At the side of the Great Qian Imperial Palace.
Mingyu Courtyard.
This was not a large courtyard.
Though the courtyard was small, the spiritual energy within was exceptionally abundant. All manner of spiritual plants and exotic flowers flourished under its nourishment, brimming with vitality and seeming steeped in spiritual charm.
This was all thanks to a small seventh-grade Spirit Vein buried beneath the courtyard.
However, the spiritual energy gathered within the courtyard was merely an insignificant fraction. Most of the Spirit Vein's energy was collected by an array and channeled into a specially arranged cultivation chamber.
That chamber was where the spiritual energy in Mingyu Courtyard was most plentiful.
At this moment.
Inside the cultivation chamber, an elderly man with crane-white hair and a youthful face, carrying something of an immortal's bearing, sat cross-legged in midair.
Pure spiritual energy was drawn toward him, flowing ceaselessly into his body and nourishing and tempering his physique and soul.
Vast Profound Qi surged around him, streaks of golden light circulating within his body. A golden mist, nearly tangible, enveloped him and drifted about him, lending his entire person an added air of sanctity.
As he cultivated, immense power spread outward from him, filling the entire chamber.
Under such overwhelming pressure, cultivators of lower cultivation would likely be unable even to approach the chamber.
After a while, the old man withdrew his mystic art. The golden mist returned to his body, and the golden flush on his face swiftly faded, restoring his jade-white complexion.
Outside the chamber, several young attendants sensed the pressure recede and immediately filed in, respectfully presenting all sorts of immortal tea and spiritual fruits for the old man to enjoy.
As the old man sipped immortal tea and