The Pure Yang Primordial Spirit condensed two rings of Holy Light behind his head, which was an extremely remarkable feat.
Ordinarily, Void Refining Cultivators without potent soul cultivating techniques or those who hadn't consumed other heaven-defying soul-strengthening treasures would find it difficult to achieve this.
Yet, Yang Ji had reached such a state in a short period of time, truly defying the natural order.
Among his peers, if one discussed Primordial Spirit, who could be stronger than him? Probably only some monstrous talents, right?
However, this was just the beginning. If he had enough Primordial Spirit Fruits, his Primordial Spirit would only grow stronger, condensing eight, nine, or even twelve rings of Holy Light was possible.
A Primordial Spirit with twelve rings of Holy Light behind the head wasn't called a Primordial Spirit anymore, that was a deity.
Yang Ji felt elated, as if he could see a radiant immortal path before him.