After the Floating Spirit incident, the journey returned to a state of general calm.
Time passed in a flash of high-intensity Cultivation. Before they knew it, it was the seventy-seventh day.
In the silent cabin, Ian sat cross-legged with his eyes tightly shut.
Deep within his Sea of Spirit, the silvery-white light of the Seed of the Stars had become incredibly solid and pure after nearly three months of continuous refinement.
Star Orbit patterns, like fissures spreading across a layer of ice, had completely covered the seed's entire surface.
Suddenly, a soft HUM echoed in his mind, as if a string had been plucked at its perfect resonant frequency.
The silver patterns on the seed's surface abruptly lit up before collapsing inward, condensing…
And then, they exploded!
Countless pale gold fragments of Spiritual Power burst forth from the Crystal Core.
Like a miniature nebula storm, they swirled rapidly above his Sea of Spirit.
