The crow flew and the rabbit ran as time continued to pass:
By the end of February, the last Dao Script was only a foot away from his Yin Spirit.
This was much better than at the beginning.
At that moment, Wang Quan saw hope of transforming into something beyond a supreme-grade Yang Spirit.
He kept working hard.
He even reduced his Dharma Power refining time for this.
Now, he refined only one strand of Dharma Power for the Round-Faced Daoist Nun each day, spending the rest of his time studying Daoist scriptures and imprinting Dao Script.
April:
The last Dao Script was only half a foot away from his Yin Spirit.
Wang Quan stopped refining Dharma Power, even cut back on studying Daoist scriptures, and gave up learning spells.
Of the twelve double-hours in a day, he spent a full eleven imprinting runes.
During this month, the black-and-gold patterns on his Yin Spirit began expanding, covering two-thirds of it.
At this point, his Yin Spirit kept conveying a message: it wanted to bask in the sun.
After some thought, Wang Quan found a cave, arranged numerous materials and spells to shelter his Yin Spirit, and tried releasing it during the day.
As it turned out, his Yin Spirit really could bathe in sunlight.
No, it was not bathing in sunlight-it was absorbing it.
Great swaths of sunlight streamed down, actively burrowing into his Yin Spirit.
This phenomenon was not recorded anywhere in the current Daoist scriptures.
Other cultivators had never encountered it either.
Wang Quan remembered those physical-body cultivators saying that as long as a Yin Spirit had not transformed into a Yang Spirit, it could not move about during the day.
Even if released in a pitch-black cave or cellar, a Yin Spirit would still be scorched by