A half incense stick of time had passed.
The pure energy within the eggshell had completely transformed into a golden, tiny orange kitten, approximately six months old. However, the little orange kitten now seemed to be in a perpetual sleep, its eyes closed for some unknown reason.
The Grand Saint of Nine Spirits showed an obviously exhausted expression on its large feline face, lying spent on the rocky bed, without even the energy to play with his valerian ball. His gaze was fixed only on the descendant floating in mid-air.
Essence is the most precious thing for any race, residing within their bodies. His one-time excessive output had caused the glimpse of the Eighth Realm he had just seen to recede, necessitating another period of secluded cultivation and nurturing before he could attempt the breakthrough anew.
But he had no regrets!
