The powerful and destructive wind also dissipated.

Jiang Fan lay on the top of the mountain, panting heavily to regain his composure.

The sun shone warmly on his body, and Jiang Fan enjoyed this moment of tranquility.

He opened his eyes and looked around. The top of the mountain was only about a hundred square meters in total.

There is a bulge in the center, and a cave has been dug out of it.

The sun was shining brightly on this peak, which was completely different from what Jiang Fan had imagined before.

Soon, Jiang Fan saw a futon not far in front of the cave. It had been there for an unknown period of time, but it was spotless. At first glance, it looked like it was not an ordinary thing.

Jiang Fan did not pick it up, but sat cross-legged on it, closed his eyes, and started practicing.

Putting this thing here must have its meaning.

In an instant, countless scenes appeared in Jiang Fan's mind, including battles, epiphanies, etc., constantly emerging.

These pictures, some sad and happy, some angry and some light, connect the owner's life, which belongs to the Molong King.

This seemed to be a trivial matter in his life and was of no use to Jiang Fan.

As the number of scenes increased, it had a great impact on Jiang Fan's spiritual consciousness. In less than ten minutes, a layer of sweat appeared on Jiang Fan's forehead, his face gradually turned pale, and his spiritual consciousness was consumed at an alarming rate.

But Jiang Fan still had no intention of stopping. He didn't believe that King Molong was so boring that he would leave behind such trivial matters in his life to embarrass future generations.

Even if it is to train the spiritual strength of future generations, there are many methods, and this is not necessary.

As expected, this must be a test. How could Jiang Fan give up?

The screen flashed faster and faster, but Jiang Fan still persisted.

It's a pity that mental strength cannot be restored with drugs, otherwise I wouldn't be so passive.
Chapter completed!