A week flashed by in the blink of an eye.
Early in the morning, the sky was a clear blue, and the gentle sunlight spilled across the earth, bringing the first warmth of the day. Moyuan sat cross-legged on the lawn in the courtyard, his body surrounded by interwoven purple and green Mystical Force.
Looking inward, he could see two golden cores floating in his dantian: one was a vibrant green golden core brimming with vitality, while the other was a purple golden core crackling with the destructive power of thunder.
Chapter 45