Lingtai Square-Inch Mountain.
Deep within the Spirit Vein.
Ji Yuan sat cross-legged, the aura around him not yet fully contained.
The pressure of the Spirit Transformation Stage spread outward in waves, stirring the spiritual energy in the Spirit Vein into a ceaseless surge.
He looked inward at his Dantian. A translucent golden Primordial Spirit hovered silently at its center, eyes closed, its bearing solemn and majestic.
After his Nascent Soul transformed into a Primordial Spirit, the capacity of his Dantian had undergone an earth-shaking change.
If his Dantian in the Nascent Soul Realm had been a deep well, his Dantian in the Spirit Transformation Stage was now a lake.
His Primordial Spirit was like a sponge dried out for ten thousand years, devouring all the spiritual energy around it.
With every breath, he drew vast amounts of spiritual energy into his body. It flowed through his meridians into his Dantian, where his Primordial Spirit absorbed and stored it.
But this was far too slow.
Although the Spirit Vein within Lingtai Square-Inch Mountain had reached Level Four, increasing the concentration of spiritual energy by 500%, it was still too slow.
Who knew what year of the monkey or month of the horse it would be before he filled his newly expanded Dantian lake by absorbing only the spiritual energy drifting through the world?
It was like trying to fill a dried-up lake with a ladle. It could be done, but the time it would take was outrageous.
Ji Yuan glanced down at the Mid-Grade Purple Spirit Stone in his hand.
Its faint violet glow looked especially enticing in the gloom deep within the Spirit Vein.
The Purple Spirit Stone still held abundant spiritual energy. What it had lost during his breakthrough was negligible; left to rest in the Spirit Vein, it