Time stealthily flowed in the Cangxuan Sect, as another half a month quietly passed.

Deep in the mountains.

Atop a boulder, Zhou Yuan looked at the ball of light between his palms with a serious expression. Within the ball was a primal chaos like mass from which mysterious undulations continuously spread. After a month and a half, the Saint Spirit Seed was gradually approaching the initial stage.

“Eighty nine Beat Spirits have already been fused into it…”

Zhou ...