In the Supply Station, inside a room.
Dantian nurtured the Sea of Qi; Purple Palace birthed spiritual consciousness.
Strands of azure light swirled around Wang Jixuan. When he opened his eyes, he could clearly make out the fine bumps in the paint on the metal wall.
He slowly lowered his hands, held together in a Sword Finger. The Dantian Qi vortex, which could now barely be called a Sea of Qi, gradually slowed, while the surrounding spiritual energy was steadily drawn into him.
The three crystal cores in the Formation Disk before him still contained roughly one-tenth of their spiritual energy. Wang Jixuan removed them and sealed them with Demon Sealing Talismans.
Spirit Gathering Realm, the second realm of cultivation.
A successful breakthrough!
The process of Wang Jixuan condensing his spiritual consciousness had been far easier than he had expected.
The whole process had not even taken three hours.
Wang Jixuan did not feel particularly excited. He merely felt that his thoughts had become much clearer.
Perhaps because this was only the second realm of cultivation, and because Wang Jixuan had already experienced it once in his previous life.
His remnant soul had been like a seed, taking root within this body. Today, it had completely fused with it.
From this day onward, there would be no more Mu Liang, nor Wang Zheng.
My strength should have improved considerably compared to yesterday.
Well, mainly because it had been too low before.
A tranquil smile appeared on Wang Jixuan's lips. He closed his eyes and concentrated, raising his Sword Finger before his nose as his spiritual consciousness spread out like flowing water.
This was a minor spell.
In an instant, a bird's-eye view of the area within thirty meters appeared in his mind, remarkably clear.
Uncle Tai and Sister Wan were