Jiang Chen retrieved a small jade bottle and withdrew one of the top grade Qi Nourishing Pills. The medicinal fragrance was so potent that it seemed to invade his senses.
He popped it into his mouth, feeling a surge of pure refined energy explode in his throat and flow directly into his dantian. Days and nights began to blur into a singular cycle of cultivation.
Time moved at its own pace.
Jiang Chen rarely left his meditative state. Occasionally he would need to satisfy the basic needs of his body, eating and drinking or sleeping briefly before returning to cultivation.
The Divine Concealment Array remained undisturbed.
Four days passed with no sign of the Blood Sword making an appearance.
Still Jiang Chen remained cautious.
By the eighth day the silence of the valley was broken by the rustle of leaves.
A small white creature hopped along the tree branches.
