A gentle breeze stirred the leaves, rustling softly.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps between the tree leaves, casting patches of light onto the forest floor.
A withered leaf fell from a towering ancient tree.
As it fluttered down through the air, it suddenly paused, then broke apart into fragments.
Below the shattered leaf, Su Xiao sat cross-legged on a tree trunk.
His eyes were tightly shut, the Zhanlong Flash sword resting flat across his legs as he engaged in his daily meditation.
Surrounded by the natural environment of the Fire Shadow world, Su Xiao vaguely sensed that meditating here was different from before.
During his meditation, his mind was calm, the blood energy in his body noticeably dissipated, yet his aura felt exceptionally sharp.
“Life endlessly renewing itself?”
Suddenly, a voice broke the silence within Su Xiao’s mind.
He seemed to have reached some enlightenment, but quickly shut it down.
This wasn’t what he sought — it was completely unrelated to the direction he wanted to develop.