The Wasted Body's Counterattack, the Body Training and Immortal Cultivation Story

The seventh day of the seventh lunar month is Zi hour. Above the sky, a purple lightning danced wildly like a dragon and snake, tearing apart the dark night. The moment the thunder rolled across the sea of ​​clouds, Lin Chen was sitting cross-legged in the center of the Spirit Gathering Formation in the center of the sword testing platform, when the seven spiritual energy light bands surrounding him suddenly trembled violently. "Something's wrong!" He opened his eyes suddenly, feeling a stinging pain like a needle in his dantian. The spiritual power that should have been flowing docilely was now like a wild horse, rushing through the meridians. What's even weirder is that the halo of the Spirit Gathering Array is dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye, and wisps of black energy seep out of the array patterns.