A few days ago on the island in the lake, the Elder of Heavenly Secrets had said to Chen Changsheng that if he wanted to delay the breaking out of the injuries within his body, he should not continue cultivating. The elder had not expected that not only did Chen Changsheng not listen to his words, he even more fiercely pressed forward. In such a short time, he had made his preparations to break through. The elder could not help but feel anxious and concerned by this.
However, it was already too late. As the lake wind lightly brushed against his Daoist robe, Chen Changsheng's eyes were closed. He was no longer within this world.
His mind returned to its most primal place, the tranquil and deep sea of consciousness.
With the slightest thought, his sea of consciousness began to ripple and raise up almost unimaginably massive waves. These waves were about ten stories high and possessed an extremely astonishing momentum as they endlessly thrust towards the dim sky above.