Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

The next day, at the Xuanzhao Terrace.

Chen Qing had already adjusted himself into peak condition.

Just then, a fluctuation of aura suddenly came from the east.

That aura was climbing at a pace approaching frenzy, breaking through one invisible barrier after another. The heaven and earth elemental qi from every direction seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand, converging madly toward that unremarkable side chamber as its center.

The sea of clouds above the Xuanzhao Terrace was thrown into complete upheaval, countless cloud blossoms bursting apart and reconverging, over and over, before gradually settling.

"Hm!?"

Chen Qing opened his eyes and looked over, only to see a figure burst out from the side chamber, breaking through the air.

Siqi.

His grizzled, disheveled hair danced wildly in the wind, his eyes blazing with a sharp light unlike anything before. He rose into the void and let out a long cry toward the heavens.