In a small courtyard in the hills behind the Eastern Splendor Stronghold, Li Yun sat cross-legged, his aura still and deep as water.
He had been in seclusion there for seven full days.
Over those seven days, he had spent points on every Spirit Transformation Realm cultivation technique he could find—three volumes from He Pingtian, five from Poison Granny, two from One-Eyed Maniac, and those already held in the Extinct Blade Sect Armory.
All told, there were more than twenty.
Each of the more than twenty Spirit Transformation Cultivation Techniques contained the essence of how earlier practitioners had refined their Martial Intent and undergone the transformation into Spirit Transformation.
He spent points on every technique, studied them repeatedly, kept what was valuable and discarded the dross, then wove it all into his own understanding of the Martial Dao. Looking back at the Spirit Transformation Realm now, he saw it with perfect clarity.
But the cost had been steep.
His five hundred thousand Myriad Wonders Points had dwindled little by little. Only a few thousand remained.
Li Yun opened his eyes and silently ran through the numbers.
The Spirit Transformation Realm was different from Innate. It demanded more resources, and working out its techniques was harder.
If he wanted to enter Spirit Transformation in the best possible state, he needed more Myriad Wonders Points—at least another five hundred thousand.
"To keep this from holding up my training, it's time to visit the Beast-Grazing Land again."
He rose and looked beyond the courtyard.
Night had deepened, and moonlight lay hazy over the land.
Li Yun stepped out of the courtyard and leaped away, vanishing into the night.
He alerted no one—not He Pingtian, Poison Granny, One-Eyed Maniac, or anyone else in the Eastern Splendor Stronghold. None knew their stronghold chief had quietly