Tiandang Peak.
The dormitory for lower-ranked disciples.
A black-robed youth sat cross-legged on his bed, palms and soles facing upward, seemingly deeply immersed in meditation.
WHOOSH.
A pure white streak was exhaled from his mouth.
He slowly opened his eyes, a faint divine light swirling within them, and an air of mystery enveloped him!
His aura was twice as strong as before!
"I've reached the Foundation Establishment stage!"
"This feels so good! Old Shi, you're amazing!"
"With your "Daoist Immortal Sutra" guiding my Spiritual Energy circulation, whether it's a Spiritual Energy-rich area like the Qinglan Sect or ordinary deep mountains and swamps, this Princely Heir has the confidence to reach Foundation Establishment in three months and Golden Core within a year!"
The young man lifted the ring on his hand and said excitedly.
"HAHAHAHA, so now you know what kind of existence has been supporting you from behind, right?"
