That year.
Because the Desolate Fire Sparrow was about to break through, Li Ping did not enter seclusion.
The Desolate Fire Sparrow lay asleep with its eyes closed amid a pile of fire-attribute spirit materials. As it continuously absorbed and refined the fire-attribute spiritual power within them, its aura slowly climbed.
Throughout this process, every feather on its body grew increasingly vivid, until it resembled a fiercely blazing sun.
Li Ping sat cross-legged beside it, meditating and cultivating.
As for Meng Wanjun, he had sent her to cultivate on the other side of the island.
Given the Desolate Fire Sparrow's bloodline, the abundance of fire-attribute spirit materials Li Ping had prepared for it, and the assistance of a third-tier top-grade spiritual qi environment,
its breakthrough to the third tier would be as natural as water flowing into a completed channel. Failure was practically impossible.
Still, just in case, Li Ping remained beside it to keep watch.
Even if the Desolate Fire Sparrow really failed to break through and suffered grievous injuries, he could promptly treat it with the magical power of his Longevity Art.
As the companion who had been with him the longest, the Desolate Fire Sparrow was the last creature Li Ping wanted anything to happen to.
Time passed day by day. In the blink of an eye, more than half a year had gone by.
The Desolate Fire Sparrow remained asleep, but its aura had grown markedly stronger than it had been over half a year earlier, nearly reaching the limit of a second-tier demon beast.
Moreover, as it continued absorbing spiritual power, its aura gradually acquired a sense of seamless perfection.
Several days later.
The abundant spiritual qi on Spirit Island grew restless and began converging toward the Desolate Fire Sparrow.
Li Ping had long since