There was no dwelling in Divine Capital for Ye Zhen and the others, so they headed back to the inn they were staying at in the Inner City. It was already nearing midnight.
Upon returning to his own room, after much thought, Ye Zhen could not contain his excitement—he decided that he would take the Spirit Storage Pill now and break through to the Spirit Transformation Realm in one fell swoop.
"Little Cub, go, stand guard for me well!"
With a soft meow, the Cloud Winged Tiger Cub, shrunken to the size of a palm, blended into a corner of Ye Zhen's room like a black little ghost.
After making all the preparations, Ye Zhen did not rush to consume the Spirit Storage Pill. Instead, he performed his cultivation technique twice, returning his condition to its peak state.
"That should about do it...."
Ye Zhen took out the pigeon egg-sized Spirit Storage Pill, placed it in his mouth, wrapped it with Spiritual Power, and pressed it under his tongue.
