As the number of wandering souls inside the Soul Refining Pot dwindled, Xu Qingtong's primordial spirit underwent great changes as well. Not only had its injuries healed completely, but it had also grown a size larger and become more solid.
Suddenly, Xu Qingtong's primordial spirit began trembling violently, shaking like chaff in a sieve. Then it abruptly contracted, and a faint metallic sheen spread across its surface.
Afterward, Dong Xuanzi's voice rang out again: "When the spirit condenses, its substance changes. Change brings free flow, free flow brings strength, and strength..."
An understanding smile appeared on Xu Qingtong's face. His True Origin Scripture had finally broken through to the third level!
"What's happening outside? How long has my primordial spirit been away from my body?" After his breakthrough, Xu Qingtong thought of his current situation and began to worry.
His primordial spirit had left his body, and his physical body was outside. Who knew what condition it was in now? If it had been destroyed, he would have nowhere even to cry!
At this thought, Xu Qingtong could no longer concern himself with whether there was danger outside. His primordial spirit slowly floated toward the pot's mouth.
When he reached the mouth, Xu Qingtong ran into trouble. An invisible barrier seemed to block his way. After some thought, he activated the True Origin Scripture, condensed his divine sense into a spear, and thrust it fiercely at the pot's mouth.
With a soft pop, the spear pierced the pot's mouth. Xu Qingtong's divine sense instantly flew out through the opening and swept over the surroundings.
He saw Du Siwen sitting beside his physical body, her tear-streaked face like pear blossoms in the rain, grief filling her features. Hua Wuhui was nowhere to be seen, and Peng Muyang and Mu Ze were