Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

ate of a god present.The power of the soul manifests in the world, condensed like one, which is the spiritual consciousness.The so-called "I am like a god descending," when a cultivator's spiritual aw... was like a spearhead, with the Sea of Thunder as its plume.At the peak of the mountain, where snow never melted, sat a cold and austere man with black hair that cascaded down his shoulders.Of course,...