The moment the three meridians were formed, the image of a Golden Crow of Hell appeared above
Xia Ping's head. This was an illusion formed by the condensation of dark red flames. Every feather
on it was condensed from flames.
It raised its head to the sky and let out a crisp cry that spread in all directions. Such a terrifying aura
stood between heaven and earth, emitting a noble, unfathomable, chaotic, primitive, and other
auras.
Any living creature that saw this would kneel down, not daring to show any disrespect.
This was the phenomenon produced when one's Qigong cultivation reached the pinnacle.
"This is the time."
Xia Ping immediately knew that at this moment, whether it was his mental power or the True Yuan
energy in his body, they had reached the pinnacle of his current realm. He already had the
opportunity to break through. It was as if success had come naturally.
Dong!