Striking Through the Azure Snow

The winds howled, and Fang Yuan paid no attention to the changing weather on the mountaintop, focusing entirely on devouring and refining the Light Spirit Holy Aura. When he felt thirsty, he drank melted snow; when hungry, he ate the jerky he brought with him. In this manner, he spent two months at the summit of Qitian Peak.

During these two months, no one had approached Qitian Peak, so he was undisturbed by others, solely immersed in cultivation.

"Hoo!"

As he completed the refining of the last strand of Light Spirit Holy Aura, Fang Yuan's entire body trembled slightly. He shook off all the ice and snow covering him and then opened his eyes.

"Gangsha realms are complete, and half of the impure thoughts of Yin spirit within my body have been refined. Another month or two, and I will completely refine all the impure thoughts."

Fang Yuan stretched lazily, feeling the changes in the true qi within him, and smiled.