Chapter 513: Refining Oneself

years.A deserted island.Trees and grasses wither, a desolate scene.Apart from the occasional chirping of insects deep in the jungle, the vast island was eerily silent. There were no sounds of birds or... transforming and rising from the cave dwelling. Approaching him was a young man, a Daoist monk in appearance, yet he was a cultivator at the early stage of Nascent Soul.Let me know if you have any ot...