Cyan Moon Sword Sect, Moon Language Sword Mountain.
Solitary peaks rose like a forest, wreathed in a swirling purple mist. Towering cliffs fanned out like a great screen.
Waves of Cold Moon Sword Intent reflected the light of the Blood Moon.
Beneath the Blood Moon, Ye Yueling sat quietly in a cross-legged position, engrossed in her Hard Cultivation as she absorbed the Moonlight Power and the Blood-Colored Power.
It was as if a True Dragon Soul lay dormant within her Dantian. Her abdomen trembled from time to time, echoing with what sounded like the roar of a Dragon Soul.
"Pfft—"
She involuntarily spat out a mouthful of blood. Her face instantly turned pale and wan, a weary expression settling upon her features.
"Is this how you cultivate?"
Lin Yuchan's figure suddenly appeared, her voice cold as she rebuked her.
Ye Yueling's body trembled, and panic flashed across her face. She hastily tried to refocus her mind and immediately resume her cultivation.
