After he was interrupted, Qin Wentian tried to revisit that special state of epiphany, but it proved impossible to do so. He could only revise the eighty-one demonic arts again and again until his Astral Energy within his Yuanfu receptacles started to stir up once more, bringing him closer to that feeling again.
Currently, it was as though his body was totally that of a demon. Demonic qi swirled about as the Astral Energy within his Yuanfu seethed and surged.
Gradually, that feeling came back. Rumbling sounds echoed from his Yuanfu, as the aura he was emitting gradually climbed upwards, becoming even stronger.
On the precipice, a man and a dog quietly sat there. The only sounds were the unending waves crashing against the mountain. The faraway cultivators had stopped paying attention to Qin Wentian; after all, they had to cultivate as well.