C589 Myriad Transformations Holy Art!

It was late autumn, and the night was as cold as water. Amidst the shivering night wind, the youth sitting cross-legged on the rooftop of the villa was circulating his wondrous cultivation technique endlessly, refining and refining the water type Spiritual Energy.

Beside him, a little horse that was covered in oil and snow was chewing on the True Dragon Dragon's meat