The Northern Ocean Clone approached the mountain peak, pressing his palm on its rocks. The layers of white light that surrounded the mountain peak instantly undulated like water, numerous ripples emanating outwards.
Yan Zhaoge extended his left hand, drawing numerous runes in mid-air that did not dissipate for a long time.
When all those runes had come together to form a profound, complex spirit pattern, Yan Zhaoge punched outwards with his right fist.
Stimulated by his fist-intent, this spirit pattern landed on the mountain peak that flickered with white light before him.
The Northern Ocean Clone did not cease in his movements as he continued infusing his true essence within.
The size of the mountain peak gradually shrunk, the massive sigil above it circulating at a more rapid pace.