Three years later.
Inside a secluded chamber of One Qi Temple.
Wei Tu sat with his eyes slightly closed, his entire body below the head submerged in an enormous medicinal pool. Thousand-year spirit herbs lay everywhere around him; even exceedingly rare ten-thousand-year spirit herbs numbered more than a dozen here.
Even a broken ship had three pounds of nails.
Much less the Azure Spirit Sect, which had stood for hundreds of thousands of years.
To counter the threat posed by Seven Desires Evil Monk after his breakthrough, Su Xin had spared no expense. Regardless of the "consequences" of tapping into the sect's reserves, she was determined to raise Wei Tu's combat strength as much as possible within this short span of time.
Correspondingly, Wei Tu's cultivation had improved with astonishing results.
Upon his Dharma body, visible to the naked eye, the Yang-Soul Immortal Garment and Yin-Soul Immortal Garment were slowly merging. Black and gold hues flowed together, nurturing an even more powerful force—the power of true spirit.
True spirits were not rare in the Spirit Realm.
Any demonic beast that reached the sixth rank was qualified to call itself a "true spirit."
However, such demonic beasts were merely "pseudo true spirits." They were not the traditional mighty true spirits of heaven and earth—beings like true dragons, divine phoenixes, and qilins, creatures of legend capable of splitting heaven and earth, moving mountains, and filling seas.
Sixth-rank body cultivation was different. A trace of true spirit power, comparable to that of true spirits of heaven and earth, could genuinely be born within their bodies.
For this very reason, every step beyond sixth-rank body cultivation was fraught with difficulties, and exceedingly few cultivators walked that path.
In the Spirit Realm, body cultivators had a more orthodox name—ancient cultivators.
Ancient cultivators practiced ancient methods.