Time flows like a fleeting horse.
The half-year closed training at the Jinshan Prefectural Dao School finally came to an end.
In the grand hall of the Dao School, incense smoke curled around, lingering around the beams and pillars, long without dispersing.
Hundreds of new cultivators, dressed in uniform profound Daoist robes, stood solemnly in front of the statue of the Celestial King Chen, their expressions respectful and solemn.
Zhang Jie stood among the crowd, his posture upright like a pine tree, his Dao Rhyme restrained, showing no trace of flaunting.
After half a year of arduous day-and-night training and repeated honing, he successfully condensed the Dao Talisman, officially advancing to a Returning to the Profound Faith, with thick and refined true energy in his Dantian, far surpassing most disciples of the same period.
