As Xu Xing pondered, a stroke of inspiration hit him. He sat cross-legged on a Cushion and casually set up a basic spirit gathering array.
Instantly, the Spiritual Energy within the Cultivation Room was completely absorbed by him. The Spirit Shells piled at the array's formation anchors began to be consumed at a frantic pace; in mere moments, three to four thousand Spirit Shells turned into white powder. Simultaneously, the Cloud Mist Magic Power, flickering with nine kinds of radiance, began to slowly transform into a green and red Mysterious Light. This green and red Mysterious Light was as scorching as the Great Sun, illuminating the entire inner room.
Spread Mist, Birth Profound... I've finally stepped into the Immortal Foundation Middle Stage.
Two years slower than Fate Deduction predicted.
Magic Power circulated at Xu Xing's fingertips. He looked at his Mysterious Light, a faint smile touching the corners of his mouth.
