Heavenly South Headquarters Altar, Star-Magnetic Peak.
Azure mist steamed from the Star-Magnetic Spirit Spring Pool in the center of the Martial Arts Arena. Three hundred core disciples sat cross-legged, their spiritual power flowing into the pool like streams, then emerging purer after being tempered by stellar power.
Wang Yan of Yellow Maple Valley closed his eyes to sense the changes. The spiritual power vortex in his dantian had doubled in size since half a month ago, and the resistance at his cultivation bottleneck had vanished without a trace. A faint stellar glow shimmered over Zhao Hu of the Seven Mysteries Sect where his old wounds had healed, and every movement he made carried faint fluctuations of spiritual power like those of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
"With the Star-Magnetic Spirit Spring supplementing the Star-Magnetic Art, Core Formation Stage disciples have over a seventy percent chance of breaking through within three months." Moonlight flowed around Nangong Wan's fingertips as she touched a disciple between the brows, helping regulate his spiritual power. "Alliance Leader, at this rate, we can add three hundred Core Formation combatants to the Headquarters Altar's defenses."
Han Li stood on the Star-Gazing Platform at the summit, where the system screen in his sea of consciousness was refreshing its resource figures: [Star-Magnetic Spirit Spring remaining: 88 barrels; spirit stone expenditure: 50,000 High-Grade Spirit Stones, 100,000 middle-grade spirit stones, 300,000 Lower-Grade Spirit Stones]. He looked toward the Magnetic Essence Puppet Workshop in the mountain hollow-the ironwood frames had already been assembled, and magnetic essence crystals embedded in their joints gleamed with dark blue star power.
"Lu Yun," Han Li said, turning to the Giant Sword Sect's master, "how many puppets does the Sword Grove Formation need to coordinate with it?"
"Three hundred Magnetic Essence Puppets will suffice." Lu Yun patted the