The following day.
The Mana fluctuations causing turbulence in the room gradually calmed, eventually disappearing without a trace.
Thump!
Zhang Jing gently landed on the ground.
His Divine Sense gently swept over the Qingyun Immortal Seed.
Then it stopped on the sixth layer.
Above the golden cloud, a sun bathed in rosy light was faintly discernible. The hint of purple at its core became increasingly dense, as if about to coalesce into substance.
He carefully sensed it for a while.
"At this rate, it will probably take about three more months for the Mind's Golden Sun to condense a strand of Acquired Purple Qi. So, on average, it's about one percent per day?"
Expectation flickered in Zhang Jing's eyes.
He remembered that when he was bidding for the River of Time Gold Crystal, he inadvertently saw someone auctioning a strand of Acquired Purple Qi.
He paid special attention to it at that time.
