Morning, outside the Immortal City.
On a towering peak, a man sat cross-legged on the rocks at the summit, eyes closed in meditation, muttering incantations under his breath, sweat streaming down his forehead.
The morning wind of the mountains accompanied by thick fog rolled in, the temperature was very low, yet the man showed no reaction, diligently continuing his cultivation with closed eyes.
A red glow spread across the horizon, as the sun rose slowly over the edge of the world.
In the forest, animals searched for food, the surrounding birds chirped incessantly, even hungry wolves and tigers roamed nearby.
But none of this affected his cultivation, as if at this moment, the world held only him.
He had reached a state of self-forgetfulness.
The man was naturally Basil Jaak.
It had been half a year since he obtained the "Refining God Manual".
