The sun rose in the east.
The glow of dawn spread thousand of zhang across the sky, shining upon Qinghe Mountain where billows of cloud and fog arose, as splendid as a tapestry of clouds.
On a cliff.
Fang Xi inhaled and exhaled the Great Sun Purple Qi, his body's acupoints resonating with the stars above, and his Mixed Origin Five-Element Energy once again shed a layer of impurities.
Crackle and pop!
Explosions like popping beans erupted from his body. Within the five-colored magical power, those five magical artifacts became even more solid, clearly increasing in might, now almost reaching the strongest level just below a Pure Yang Treasure.
"After twelve transformations of magical power, only the last one remains... and then I can achieve my Primordial Spirit," he murmured after a long while, opening his eyes.
With no more external enemies on Qinghe Mountain, he devoted himself entirely to cultivation, and in just a mere year, he had reached an extremely high realm.