C979 King Kong Palm

Time seemed to fly when one was deeply engrossed in cultivation.

Unbeknownst to him, more than half a year had slipped by.

It was the pre-dawn hours.

In the cultivation chamber, Zhao Yu sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed.

With each breath, his presence began to fade, until it became utterly imperceptible.

Not only his aura but also the sound of his breathing, the flow of his blood