Dusk settled over the land.
A solitary peak, like a sword, pierced the clouds.
Atop the cliff, a figure sat cross-legged, so integrated with the rock that he seemed to have existed there since time immemorial.
This person was none other than Chu Fan.
His eyes were shut tight, but an invisible current of air surged and churned around him. He was cultivating the Nine Heavens Wind Mastery Scripture.
As the Cultivation Technique circulated, a tangible Wind Seed within his Dantian Qi Sea emitted a faint cyan light. Like the heart of a living creature, it pulsed faintly with a mysterious rhythm.
WHOOSH—!
The wild winds on the cliff suddenly intensified.
The wind no longer gusted aimlessly. Instead, as if drawn by an unseen force, it transformed into countless cyan threads of air that scrambled to converge on Chu Fan's body.
This cyan air was none other than the ubiquitous wind-elemental Spiritual Qi of heaven and earth.
'Devour!'
