Deep in the Kunlun Mountains, at the top of the secret realm covered with snow all year round, in front of a cave shrouded in clouds, Shen Xuan sat cross-legged.
His whole body was surrounded by light golden aura, and his breathing was in sync with the heaven and earth. The golden elixir in his dantian was slowly rotating, and each circulation brought up a majestic tide of spiritual power. He was only one step away from the Nascent Soul realm. This secret realm is isolated from the hustle and bustle of the world, and its aura is so rich that it is almost liquefied. It is one of the few remaining pure lands of cultivation in China, and it is also the place where Shen Xuan spent three years in seclusion. Three years ago, all the elders of the sect died. Before his death, he entrusted him with the important task of guarding China's spiritual veins, and repeatedly warned him not to leave the secret realm without breaking the realm or threatening to destroy the country.
