If anyone were to enter Chen Qingshan's room at this moment, they would undoubtedly be astonished by his appearance, thinking he must have lost his mind!
Chen Qingshan sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a fishing rod in his hands as if he were out fishing. Yet there was not a single drop of water anywhere in front of him; how could he possibly catch any fish?
With his eyes closed, Chen Qingshan circulated the Seizing Heaven Creation Formula with manic intensity. He felt as though he had entered some profound and mystical realm: the moment he cast his fishing line, it plummeted straight into a vast, boundless pond. But this pond was not filled with water; it was filled with countless streams of spiritual Qi.
Chapter 179