Time stealthily flowed in the Cangxuan Sect, as another half a month quietly passed.

Deep in the mountains.

Atop a boulder, Zhou Yuan looked at the ball of light between his palms with a serious expression. Within the ball was a primal chaos like mass from which mysterious undulations continuously spread. After a month and a half, the Saint Spirit Seed was gradually approaching the initial stage.

“Eighty nine Beat Spirits have already been fused into it…”

Zhou Yuan licked his lips, his eyes burning with excitement. He had been pouring all of his energy into the cultivation of the Saint Spirit Seed for quite some time, and the results were indeed pretty good.

Now, he only needed to successfully fuse the final Beast Spirit for the seed to reach the initial stage, allowing it to merge into his body, and begin to display a little of the Omega Saint Spirit...