Baixiaosheng muttered to himself, then left Linlang Mountain.
Daxia, somewhere.
There was a towering mountain, desolate and uninhabited. Yet, hidden within its depths stood a crude, humble dwelling. At this moment, Tian was sitting inside, cross-legged, a powerful aura surging around him. He was cultivating, making an all-out effort to break into the Ninth Realm.
Suddenly, his body collapsed to the floor, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He slowly dragged himself up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a trace of helplessness crossed his pale face.
Chapter 851