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 nearly two hours before Zhou Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

The milky white crystal ball above his head slowly descended, ultimately submerging into the spot between his brows. The illusory figure was still seated between his brows, but there was now a milky white crystal ball floating above its head that constantly gave off divine light, making...