Chapter 127 - 127. Professor

It was night and Noah was silently cultivating. Seven vortexes were on his back, constantly absorbing cold and dark "Breath" and pushing it toward his dantian. In front of his dantian, another vortex rotated between his joint hands, taking in even more "Breath" from the environment. The process of training both his dantian and his body at the same time was quite taxing for his sea of consciousness and even the stress on his dantian was not negligible. However, Noah held on. When the dawn...