Transformation of True Spirit (2)

"Speaking of which, did anyone write you love letters when you were in high school?"

"Yes, of course."

His wife, concubine, and Dao companions chatted. From time to time, laughter could be heard from the splashing water in the pool.

At night, rain began to fall from the gloomy sky, and soon it became a heavy downpour. The sound of rain hitting banana leaves was as clear as pearls falling on a jade plate.

Shen Ping sat cross-legged in the underground cultivation room. His legs were flat on the ancient bronze sword, and the rich energy of heaven and earth mixed with the mental pollution energy was constantly absorbed by his body.

Seemingly having reached a certain critical point, his true soul force erupted like a volcano, rapidly rising from peerless immortal to immortal king. The mutated energy contained in his dantian and meridians had also broken through to the high-grade Main Envoy level.