Red-haired old ghost

In a secret room, Emil Dagman sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, looking indifferent and detached, as if blending with the heaven and earth. Wisps of the vital energy of heaven and earth fluctuated and continuously penetrated into Emil Dagman's body. At this moment, Emil Dagman was like a vast ocean, constantly devouring endless tributaries. At the same time, in this fluctuation of vital energy, there was also soul energy floating out. Emil Dagman was practicing the Heavenly Art of Residual...