Just as the Puppet reached that threshold, Chen Chuan suddenly sensed something too.
His heart stirred. Though the sensation was still somewhat hazy, the sudden surge in their mental connection clearly meant that the seed he had sent out had transformed. Its Mutated Tissue had already risen to the level of a Fighter.
His spirits lifted. This step was vital. The seed needed all kinds of external stimuli as it grew, yet it was comparatively fragile. No matter how resilient it was, there was a limit.
Like a sapling not yet fully grown, it might perish in a single storm. Once it passed this hurdle, however, its chances of survival and its ability to endure would increase enormously.
But the next step was the most crucial. The seed had to keep its mind and body in balance as much as possible. Once that balance settled completely, it would have found the point where mind and flesh could break through together.
Then, when he absorbed the seed back into himself, he could grasp that crucial sliver and cross the threshold in the most complete state possible.
He could not intervene in this process, so he could only let the seed find its own way.
After returning from the mine, he spent another night at the camp. By daybreak, the matter was over, but he was in no hurry to head back.
The invitational tournament was still underway in the Federation Capital, and there was no need for him to appear there. Returning would only put more restrictions on him. He might as well seize the chance to cultivate elsewhere for a while.
When Vegadov learned what he had in mind, he said, "Farther south is Weishu Continent, where the Celestial Mystery Sect is based. Weren't you interested in the place, Mr.