The next morning.
Jiang Xinghai sat cross-legged, refining the energy he had absorbed from the Thousand Derivation Spiritual Body.
His cultivation had long since reached the Middle Stage of the Creation Realm.
Now, he was attempting to break through from the Middle Stage to the Late Stage of the Creation Realm.
Just as he had previously speculated, it wasn't that the energy of the Thousand Derivation Spiritual Body had weakened.
Rather, his own cultivation had hit a bottleneck, preventing him from refining it all at once. He could only do so gradually, in cycles.
When Shen Lingxue awoke, she gazed quietly at Jiang Xinghai as he cultivated, her eyes filled with an indescribable emotion.
Was it tender love, pure affection, or deep admiration?
'I can't slack off either.'
Shen Lingxue also sat cross-legged, facing Jiang Xinghai, and began to cultivate.
As time passed, the sun climbed high into the sky.
A vast, imposing pressure erupted from Jiang Xinghai.
"Success!"
