Fang Qingyuan slowly rose. Having meditated for three days, his body was now surging with a massive amount of Magical True Essence. He had just achieved a breakthrough and hadn't yet had time to polish and perfect his control, causing his aura to leak out, making him seem quite conspicuous.
A Tier Five Spirit Land was truly a sacred ground for cultivation, coveted by countless Cultivators in the world. After staying for only three days, he had broken through the bottleneck that had held him back for so long. However, Fang Qingyuan couldn't be bothered to check the changes inside his Immortal Mansion right now. He stared at the approaching figure, his guard raised high.
The newcomer was covered in injuries. Blood dripped from his abdomen, where one could vaguely see exposed organs. Fleshy tendrils were rapidly regenerating at the gaping wound, but every time they were about to close, they were shattered by a writhing, golden-yellow aura clinging to his stomach.
