Tu Shan Jun's consciousness emerged from the Soul Banner.
Under the laborers' construction, the grand hall had gradually begun to take shape.
Meng Zhi sat calmly cross-legged atop a bluestone beneath a crooked-necked tree, meditating and breathing as he turned inward to his sea of consciousness, comprehending his visualization method.
He truly needed to use the visualization method to steady his mind and temper his Yin Spirit. Otherwise, if every rustle of wind and blade of grass made him tremble with fright, how could he weather great storms and waves?
Perhaps he would not even be able to pass the hurdle of refining the sacred relic.
If he wants to achieve rapid success within three years, I'm afraid I'll need to use the 'Hell Transformation' and the 'Heaven-Reaching Tower.'
Tu Shan Jun calculated inwardly.
Just as Chuiyun had said, proceeding step by step would certainly not achieve the ideal state.
Even with his protection, given Meng Zhi's Golden Core cultivation and his currently unimpressive Yin Spirit, refining the sacred relic would be difficult.
To improve as quickly as possible, he needed the help of external forces. Whether pills, lectures on the Dao, or other arts and divine abilities for tempering the Yin Spirit, anything that could be used had to be used.
With a flick of his finger, Tu Shan Jun flung out several dozen command plaques. The plaques immediately transformed from mud and earth into laborers with broad, muscular upper bodies and hazy, smoke-like lower halves, laying down the foundation of the formation according to Tu Shan Jun's intentions.
When the gray-haired elder took out an array disk and tossed it into the sky, the formation rose completely, becoming a crystalline tortoise shell.
"Tortoise Mysteries Sea-Pressing Formation."
"Rise!"
"Third-grade Spirit Gathering Formation."
"Descend."
"..."
Sensing the disturbance beside him,