"Begin training."
As Jiang Qiu gave the command, the colors inside the entire pod swirled like a storm. The inscribed patterns on the floor began to flow outward from the faceless man's feet like channels of blood, spreading in all directions.
The moment those blood channels passed under his feet, an ancient, spiritual sensation washed over him like a cold wind, causing the hem of his clothes to flutter up.
Jiang Qiu's heart skipped a beat in response. When he blinked again, he was standing in a barren mountain landscape, just like the Secret Realm in Qingmu Town. It was desolate and boundless, free from the constraints of walls and a ceiling.
The faceless man's fluorescent blue body absorbed the color like a sponge soaking up ink. The color seeped up from its feet, and its pitch-black capri pants slapped against its thighs. Its exposed ankles were like the base of pillars supporting the heavens, standing firm and unmoving.
