Following this, as Ming Xuan refined and cultivated his power, he gradually entered his own sea of consciousness.
Ming Xuan immediately stepped into an illusion, where a pavilion shrouded in immortal mist appeared before him.
An elderly immortal with white hair and a vigorous spirit floated over, smiling as he said, "Young man, this trial has three levels. Pass, and your cultivation will reach a higher realm; fail, and you shall revert to your original form."
Chapter 125