Vast blue sky, thousands of miles of clouds and mountains.
Daqian Dynasty, Southern Region, Qingcang Mountain.
The mountains are surrounded by clouds and mists all year round, with cranes gliding over them and ancient trees towering into the sky. It is the territory of the Qingyun Sect, the only sect that cultivates immortality within a thousand miles.
At this moment, the outer gate of Qingyun Sect is at the back of the Quenching Courtyard.
The biting mountain wind carried the morning frost and blew through the jagged rocks, making it bone-chilling.
Young Lin Xuan sat cross-legged on a piece of cold bluestone, his eyes closed tightly, his chest rising and falling slightly, trying his best to guide the thin spiritual energy between heaven and earth to flow into his exhausted meridians.
His clothes were washed white, and his cuffs were frayed with layers of burrs. His figure was thin and thin, but his eyebrows were clean and firm. There was no trace of the impetuousness of a young man, only a calmness far beyond his peers.
Spiritual energy enters the body like a fine needle piercing the veins.
A dense stinging pain instantly spread throughout his limbs.
"Failed again..."
Lin Xuan slowly opened his eyes, and there was a trace of exhaustion and bitterness that could not be concealed in his eyes.
Three years.
Three whole years.
Still not working?
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on