The Legend of Cultivating the Body and Immortality: A Wasted Body's Rise

The seventh day of the seventh month, midnight.

High above the Nine Heavens, a bolt of purple lightning writhed like a dragon and snake, tearing through the heavy night. As thunder rolled across the sea of clouds, Lin Chen sat cross-legged at the center of the Spirit Gathering Array on the Sword-Testing Grounds. The seven bands of spiritual energy circling him suddenly began to tremble violently.

“Something’s wrong!” He opened his eyes abruptly, a needle-like pain stabbing through his dantian. The spiritual power that should have flowed gently was now like a wild horse that had broken free, charging recklessly through his meridians. More strangely, the array’s glow was visibly dimming, and wisps of black smoke seeped from its patterns.