On the peak of a certain mountain.

Zhou Yuan was seated on a boulder, his eyes lightly shut. A baby fist sized milky white crystal ball hovered three feet above his head, seemingly divine light sprinkling down and enveloping Zhou Yuan.

An illusory figure was seated cross-legged between Zhou Yuan’s brows, greedily absorbing every wisp of divine light. Every bit of light that entered the Spirit seemed to make it a little more corporeal than before.

This training lasted for ...