"Has your condition recovered?"
Samsara's voice was far too weak, and Shi Lan could not help worrying.
"I can barely stay conscious. I've expended too much energy. Soul power is ultimately different from origin power, so I can only replenish a little."
As Samsara finished speaking, Shi Lan felt a chill in her palm. A black orb the size of a dragon's eye slid into her hand.
"What is this?"
"The essence condensed from residual soul power. It's the portion I have no use for, and it can accelerate the growth of your spirit."
After entering the Myriad Forms Realm, Shi Lan's cultivation speed had slowed considerably. The growth of one's spirit differed from the accumulation of true qi, and innate talent had much less influence on it.
Of course, her cultivation speed was only slow compared to the rate at which her cultivation had risen before. Compared to ordinary people, it was still terrifyingly fast.
At this level, the ethereal quality of comprehension became even more important. One's understanding of the laws of heaven and earth often determined the strength of one's realm after the Myriad Forms Realm. Shi Lan's comprehension, however, was far inferior to her heaven-defying Root Bone aptitude.
Shi Lan caressed the soul-power crystal and extended her divine sense, completely enveloping it. An incomparably soothing warmth wrapped around her sea of consciousness, which began slowly expanding—at a speed hundreds or thousands of times faster than cultivating on her own.
The Nascent Soul sitting atop the nine-tiered Dao Foundation suddenly opened its eyes. It reached out with its tiny hand and drew the soul-power crystal into its grasp from across the air.
The dragon-eye-sized soul-power crystal rapidly dissolved in the Nascent Soul's hands. In the short span of time it took to drink a cup of tea,