Mu Chen's cultivation lasted a full month.
When Qing Yanjing appeared in the void again a month later, a look of delighted surprise involuntarily crossed her face at the sight before her.
Mu Chen was still sitting cross-legged in the void, but the Sacred Futu Pagoda, which had originally towered ten thousand feet high, was now only the size of a palm. It hovered above the crown of his head, ceaselessly absorbing wisps of ancient energy.
The Sacred Futu Pagoda had changed in more than size. Its once crystal-clear appearance had also acquired a sense of weight and solidity, and it exuded traces of an ancient aura.
The Sacred Futu Pagoda no longer seemed to be formed from spiritual energy. Instead, it had been condensed to the utmost, resembling a real crystal pagoda, with halos flowing across its surface in profoundly mysterious patterns.
Moreover, faint but exceptionally powerful fluctuations of spiritual energy emanated from the Futu Pagoda, as though it were a genuine, top-tier peerless sacred artifact.
By Qing Yanjing's estimate, Mu Chen's Sacred Futu Pagoda had now reached the quality of a spirit grade peerless sacred artifact.
Yet this was still not its limit.
Qing Yanjing could sense the Sacred Futu Pagoda trembling continuously, radiating a ravenous aura as it devoured the ancient energy. This was a sign that it still wished to grow stronger.
However, the wisps of ancient energy descending upon it were not particularly abundant, slowing its further enhancement.
"Since you have such ability, Chen'er, then of course your mother must lend you a hand."
Qing Yanjing spoke with a smile. Had it been an ordinary elder, she would naturally have ignored them, for the Ancestor Qi within the Ancestral Pagoda was extremely precious. Those without great merit would never be granted any.
But Qing Yanjing