Going Up Mount Saint

The next morning, sunlight shone in through the window and landed on the bed.

Wang Teng sat cross-legged on his soft mattress. The blanket hadn't been touched.

He slowly opened his eyes. A colorful glimmer flashed in his eyes and disappeared in an instant. It looked divine.

He got up from bed, leaving only a light dent on the blanket.

This was a display of the powerful control of his body strength.

Wang Teng cultivated everywhere. He practiced his strength and control every day in his every action, hoping to release the potential of his power to its limit.

His enlightenment and physique were at an extremely high level, so he was able to go into more details in his cultivation.

He took off his clothes, revealing his well-proportioned and almost perfect body. His muscles were tight and firm. The outlines were defined like a sculpture.