Deep in the cave, Fang Mo sat cross-legged, continuously cultivating.
On the first day, he could only sustain seven cycles; by the second day, he had unbelievably completed ten.
As his Primordial Spirit power continued to grow, his cultivation speed became increasingly rapid.
His eyes were tightly shut. Suddenly, an invisible force pulled at the air around him, drawing it toward the long saber in his hand.
In an instant, Fang Mo's eyes snapped open, sharp light bursting from them and suddenly brightening the entire cave. He followed with a lightning-fast slash. A dazzling blade flash streaked past, yet no visible blade aura appeared.
Still, the air around him seemed to be cleaved by an invisible sharp edge, and a fierce, unseen blade aura shot forth.
With a soft thud, the Primordial Spirit Sword struck the cave wall. A hairline crack split across the stone, and fragments fell silently.
After that strike, the Bronze Mirror in his mind shuddered violently. Golden Light poured from it in a torrent, merging into his Sea of Consciousness.
Fang Mo's exhausted mind quickly recovered, and he could clearly feel his Primordial Spirit power growing at a rapid pace.
"Bzzzz—" His mind shuddered violently again, and Fang Mo felt his consciousness instantly grow clear and still.
His Primordial Spirit power spread outward like ripples. He could clearly sense how his companions were cultivating inside the cave—Luo Jiangyan was practicing her swordsmanship, while Ming Zhen was practicing his punches. The touch of his Primordial Spirit continued extending outward, as though connecting with the earth's pulse and the mountains' breath, and it became even more keenly aware of the wondrous fluctuations of energy between heaven and earth.
His Primordial Spirit power pierced through the mountain and reached its summit.
Fang Mo sensed the movements of