Cultivating in the immortal path makes one lose track of time, and before long, more than half a year had passed.
Inside the grotto heaven, a cultivator clad in enormous yellow heavy armor was constantly climbing a mountain peak on a Yellow Mountain.
His footsteps were exceptionally heavy, and he walked with great difficulty, every step seemed to exhaust all his strength.
"The fiftieth step..." Ye Jingcheng gritted his teeth and roared, and when he finished speaking.
The corners of his mouth couldn't help becoming sweet.
And at this moment, he finally took another step forward.
Boom!
The yellow armor on his body shattered, and at the same time, it revealed skin as cold and shiny as blue iron.
At this moment, he looked like an iron corpse.
He also immediately sat cross-legged, streams of blood qi began to gather into spirit patterns and constantly dissipated outwards, circulating on the surface of his body.
