The Spirit Transformation level was truly wondrous. Shi Hao had submerged into a state where it was no longer a monotonous cultivation but rather a type of mental enjoyment.
His flesh was being refined in every possible way through the light of symbols, undergoing countless reconstructions to evolve the spirituality contained within. It was as if seeds of life were sown into the soil as he watched them sprout, take root, and carry out a flourishing growth. Life force grew increasingly abundant, as if there was a feeling of rebirth
Shi Hao currently sat in a cross-legged position. His forehead was glowing, and his divine consciousness was being satiated as he wandered about in a state of dao. His body went through endless changes, gleaming like the brilliance of a divine gold glaze.
Time flew by. The walls of Kun Peng nest were tranquil without any disturbance. All was silent except for a young man who yearned for cultivation, pouring in both his body and soul.
