The True Body Of The True Dragon Is Needed

Outside the Blackheaven Sect, Feng Wei watched from afar.

He dared not get too close because there were too many different auras around, and he feared for his life. However, a scene like this was something that happened once in a lifetime.

Although he had reached the Foundation Establishment Realm, he was ultimately an insignificant figure in the entire cultivation world. He toiled day by day for a meager amount of spirit stones.

Dissatisfaction burned within him. He was unwilling to fade away.

However, wanting to become stronger based solely on momentum was useless. He needed to put in the effort, and with his shallow foundation, he was walking on thin ice. One misstep and he would meet his end with no one left to even collect his corpse.

"There's someone here," said a voice behind him.

Feng Wei was startled. He hadn't noticed anyone approaching. He wondered if he should flee.