After chatting with the cultivators whose physical bodies were there for a while, Wang Quan withdrew his Yin Spirit.
His Yin Spirit returned.
Wang Quan still did not begin the transformation immediately.
He instructed the spirit monsters to follow their usual routine, then rode [Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust] straight to the Lower Court's Coffin Dormitory Area.
Since it was daytime, the place was very quiet.
Wang Quan first checked the coffin storing his death-substitution items.
Good. Everything inside was still there, and nothing had gone wrong.
Only then did he lie down inside a coffin to prepare for this transformation.
He adjusted his condition and focused his mind.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, he felt better than ever before.
"According to the Daoist scriptures, the most ordinary Yang Spirit can only hold one kind of killing intent!"
"A mid-grade Yang Spirit can hold ten kinds of killing intent!"
"A high-grade Yang Spirit can hold thirty-six strands of killing intent and one strand of heavenly gang energy."
"A supreme-grade Yang Spirit can condense twelve strands of heavenly gang energy and seventy-two strands of earthly sha energy."
"Then let me see how much heavenly gang and earthly sha a Yang Spirit beyond the supreme grade can hold."
He took a deep breath. "Then, let the transformation begin!"
With his next breath, his entire consciousness entered his inner landscape.
Within his inner landscape, boundless sunlight bloomed from his Yin Spirit.
The sunlight covered a radius of nine zhang, nine chi, and nine, making that area as bright as day and filling it with abundant sunlight.
As Wang Quan released his restraints, his Yin Spirit began to transform.
Then all the sunlight began seeping into his Yin Spirit.
Perhaps it took a breath; perhaps it took