Time slipped slowly by in cultivation.
Ten days passed before they knew it.
That morning, the first light of dawn was faint.
Lin Ke sat cross-legged atop Golden Silkworm Peak, cultivating in the morning light.
Beside him was Lin Fusang, breathing in purple qi amid the dawn light, his aura misty.
At that moment, golden patterns covered Lin Fusang from top to bottom. Only an inch-long section at the tip of the tree remained uncovered.
But as he continuously absorbed purple qi into his body, that last uncovered section kept shrinking.
One inch, half an inch...
The golden patterns seemed to spread slowly, but in truth they surged like a tide, rapidly swallowing Lin Fusang's original appearance.
The remaining distance grew shorter and shorter, while Lin Fusang's aura grew increasingly powerful.
Rustle, rustle, rustle-
Lin Fusang's body trembled ever more violently. His branches and leaves moved without wind, giving off clear, ringing sounds.
An indescribably immense vitality mingled with an increasingly ancient pressure, spreading steadily into the surroundings.
Even the surrounding spiritual energy became visible.
As the Spirit Power flowed, it gradually grew sluggish, swirling into a tiny eddy around Lin Fusang.
Almost at the same instant, Lin Ke abruptly opened his eyes and looked at Lin Fusang beside him.
After a glance, a smile immediately appeared on his face. "Is it finally about to happen?"
Over this period, he had come here every few days to check on Lin Fusang's growth.
Two days earlier, Lin Fusang's transformation had finally reached its last stage. The golden patterns needed to spread just a little farther to cover his entire body.
To avoid missing this crucial moment, he had not returned to his Cave Abode to cultivate over the past two days, instead remaining beside Lin Fusang.
Now, his wait had finally