Thirty years later, Chaotian Peak.
The door of the Seclusion Room burst open, and Yuan Ming stepped out at a slow pace, his step firm and powerful, his eyes flashing with spirit light. However, that light quickly receded with his breath, turning into a depth.
After long and arduous cultivation, he had finally reached the late-stage of Nascent Soul, only a step away from Returning Void.
Yet, this step of breakthrough was far more difficult than surpassing the lesser realms.
Therefore, Yuan Ming's heart wasn't filled with much excitement. He had emerged from seclusion simply wanting to take a brief rest and adjust his state.
Yuan Ming pondered the next phase of his cultivation plan, casting his gaze to the Void Communication Array in his Cave Mansion.
He pondered for a moment before suddenly casting a spell towards the Stone Pillar of the Array.
A flicker of black light passed over the pillar, and after a short wait, Xi Ying's face appeared amidst the blood-colored flames.
