In the blink of an eye, three months passed.
The Star Ship was docked in a secluded asteroid belt in the Western Universe, disguised as an asteroid. Even if a spaceship passed by, it would never find them.
Meanwhile, Xia Ping was cultivating inside the Mountain River Bead's space.
For the past three months, he had focused on cultivation and done nothing else. Through the World Tree, he had comprehended dimensions and absorbed the energy pouring in from dimensional worlds.
This grueling cultivation had brought him rapid progress. His magical power had reached the peak of the Golden Core Realm, achieving perfection. He was now only one step away from condensing his Primordial Spirit and breaking through to the Return to Truth Realm.
His magical power surged within him, every meridian rushing like a great river. Even his blood had solidified into a substance, flowing like magma and bearing countless Hell Golden Crow runes.
If anyone could see the Golden Core inside Xia Ping, they would find the Primordial Spirit's shadow deep within it growing clearer and clearer, like a chick nearly ready to hatch.
Comprehending dimensions had also made his soul more than thirty percent stronger than before. He had gained an early understanding of some of the mysteries of the Primordial Spirit, reaping tremendous benefits.
This had made the fluctuations of magical power around Xia Ping even more frightening, forming a black hole vortex that seemed capable of devouring everything.
"Whoo!"
Xia Ping let out a long breath, calming the surging magical power within him and bringing his cultivation session to an end.
His eyes gleamed with startling brilliance. Deep in his pupils, a sun seemed to contain terrifying energy. With the slightest effort, his gaze could pierce through a mountain.
Bzzz!
Just then, the communicator on Xia