After the Plane Spirit leaped onto Futu Yijing's hand, it erupted with chaos light that stretched for tens of thousands of feet. Within the chaos, celestial music seemed to ring out, and the faint silhouettes of countless living beings emerged.
Then the chaos light enveloped Futu Yijing. He sat cross-legged and gently closed his eyes.
Within this chaos, time seemed frozen. Since this opportunity had already been laid before him, he could use this cultivation session to break through to Saint Grade.
As his fleshly body sank into the sphere of chaos light, Futu Yijing shuddered. The next moment, he felt as though he were immersed in an ocean of chaos. Boundless, primordial chaos power surged toward him, finally becoming a beam of chaos light that slowly poured into the crown of his head.
Boom!
That chaos light was the primordial power born at a plane's creation, vast and boundless. In terms of quality, it ranked among the very highest powers even in the Great Thousand World. Yet it was exceedingly rare; only planes that had given birth to a Plane Spirit could yield any.
Feeling that vast power pour into him, Futu Yijing immediately circulated his cultivation method. His flesh trembled, devouring all the boundless power flooding his body like a ravenous maw.
The Sacred Futu Pagoda hovered high above his head.
In merely a few dozen breaths, Futu Yijing felt as though he had consumed billions of drops of Supreme Spirit Liquid. A slight tremor of astonishment stirred in his heart. He had never expected the Plane Spirit's power to be so pure and inexhaustible. It truly deserved to be called a spiritual being born of heaven and earth.
His thoughts flickered, but he soon steadied his mind and gradually sank into a deep state of cultivation.
Time