The days passed in quiet determination, each moment marked by steady progress.

  Devor divided his time meticulously. He tended to the Spiritual Garden with care, honed his cultivation techniques, and immersed himself in studying the art of nurturing Sky-Grade Spiritual Plants. The ten black boxes containing the precious seeds rested securely in his Spatial Ring. Made from a rare, stabilizing material, these boxes ensured the seeds remained dormant and viable until the right time. There was no rush—Devor knew well that impatience would only lead to failure.

  Under his guidance, Forly made impressive strides and soon earned the title of Nameless Disciple. This achievement sparked a wave of motivation among the other apprentices, driving them to push their limits. Now in charge of his own small spiritual field, Forly still chose to remain under Devor’s mentorship, recognizing the immense value in learning from him.

  In the stillness of night, Devor sat cross-legged at the center of the Spiritual Garden. His aura was calm, his breaths aligned perfectly with the natural energies surrounding him.

  Months of refining the Essence of Nature technique had paid off. The method had become second nature—his every breath and heartbeat naturally attuned to the energy he drew in. The flow was seamless, as if the world itself resonated with his very being.

  Yet, the ten Sky-Grade Spiritual Seeds in his Spatial Ring remained untouched. Despite his progress, Devor knew he still lacked the precision in energy control required to cultivate these extraordinary plants. Sky-Grade Spiritual Plants were no ordinary flora; they demanded a flawless harmony of energy and environment—something he had yet to master.

  Unwilling to risk the precious seeds, Devor devised a careful plan. He chose several Yellow-Grade and Earth-Grade Spiritual Plants, each sharing traits with the elusive Sky-Grade seeds. His aim was to create a stable environment through experiments with these less demanding plants.

  The process was anything but easy.

  His early attempts were met with failure. Plants withered under the unstable energy flow, unable to withstand the strain. At times, the spiritual energy from the plants was simply too weak to sustain the complex system he envisioned. Yet, each setback brought valuable insights—small, crucial pieces of a larger puzzle guiding him toward success.

  Over the following weeks, Devor began to unravel the intricate energy patterns. He discovered methods to ease the strain on the plants, gradually improving his approach. By channeling the energy flows of several Yellow-Grade Spiritual Plants into a carefully designed formation, he achieved a significant breakthrough.

  The formation wasn’t flawless—it still lacked the power to sustain the Sky-Grade seeds—but it marked a vital step forward.

  Five months into his experiments, Devor had transformed a small section of his spiritual field into a reliable testing ground. Though not yet ready for the Sky-Grade seeds, the formations were stable and held great promise.

  More importantly, the Essence of Nature cultivation technique had fully merged with his being. Devor's sensitivity to even the subtlest shifts in energy had heightened, allowing him to detect the slightest imbalances around him.

  As dawn broke over the garden, Devor opened his eyes, exhaling slowly. A quiet confidence gleamed in his gaze. The path ahead was still long, but for the first time, he felt certain he was on the right track.

  In the days that followed, Devor began cultivating a specialized spiritual field in preparation for the Sky-Grade seeds. He carefully chose five types of Spiritual Plants, each with unique energies:

  ? Flame Crimson Lotus: Its fiery energy radiated from crimson petals that pulsed with power.

  ? Sea Blue Wave Lily: Its flowing leaves shimmered like moonlit waves, exuding a calm, watery energy.

  ? Storm Gale Feather Grass: Silvery blades hummed softly, charged with the energy of windstorms.

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  ? Earth Stone Moss Vine: Dense and resilient, it anchored the field with its grounding, earthy energy.

  ? Metal Silver Crystal Fern: This radiant plant glittered with the sharp, cutting essence of metal.

  Devor planted ten of each variety in meticulously aligned rows, dedicating a section of the field to each type. The energy from these plants would form a stable foundation for the Sky-Grade seeds, creating the perfect environment for their cultivation.

  The task was daunting, but Devor's steady progress filled him with hope. Each step, though small, brought him closer to the day when he could finally cultivate the legendary Sky-Grade Spiritual Plants.

  The field radiated a harmonious blend of elemental Qi. Fire’s fierce warmth, Wind’s gentle touch, Earth’s steady grounding, Metal’s sharp precision, and Water’s cool serenity all combined to create a balanced and vibrant aura.

  Devor sat cross-legged at the center of the field, his posture as steady as a mountain, his mind perfectly attuned to the energy around him. The Essence of Nature cultivation technique, carefully adapted to his unique five-colored Spiritual Root, worked tirelessly within him.

  This technique enabled his body to absorb the elemental Qi from the surrounding plants with remarkable efficiency. Yet, the process was anything but straightforward—each element required precise calibration, with energy absorbed in exact proportions:

  ? Fire: 40%

  ? Wind: 25%

  ? Earth: 15%

  ? Metal: 10%

  ? Water: 10%

  The Flame Crimson Lotus was the cornerstone, its fiery Qi reinforcing the root of his Spiritual Core and dramatically accelerating his cultivation. The Storm Gale Feather Grass infused his energy with agility and fluidity, while Earth, Metal, and Water added stability and balance. Together, these elements harmonized seamlessly with his previously lackluster Spiritual Root, transforming it into a powerful foundation.

  As the Qi from the five elements converged within him, Devor felt a profound surge of strength. His spiritual aura grew denser, steadier, and more vibrant with each session. Unlike the fleeting boosts from Cultivation Pills, the energy he absorbed from the field felt natural, as if it was always meant to be a part of him.

  He reflected on his earlier dependence on Cultivation Pills. While they provided quick gains, their neutral energy often clashed with the delicate balance of his Spiritual Root, leaving his progress unstable. Now, with this new method, every step forward felt solid and enduring.

  “These pills were just temporary crutches,” Devor murmured to himself, a thoughtful frown crossing his face. “But this Qi... It feels like coming home to a feast made just for me.”

  Each morning, Devor repeated his cultivation routine, fully immersing himself in the process. Afterward, he carefully inspected the health of the Spiritual Plants. The energy he absorbed from them was potent, but it could easily overwhelm or weaken the plants if he wasn’t cautious.

  Devor didn’t simply take from the plants—he studied their energy regeneration patterns, fine-tuning his technique to make sure his cultivation nurtured them in return. Over time, the field transformed into a self-sustaining cycle of growth and balance, with each element feeding into the next.

  One quiet night, after an especially intense session, Devor opened his eyes. A soft, multicolored glow shimmered around him before sinking back into his skin. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

  "My progress is remarkable," he murmured, a rare smile softening his features. “At this rate, the next stage is within reach.”

  But Devor’s ambitions went beyond just his own cultivation. The ten Sky-Grade Spiritual Seeds in his Spatial Ring lingered in his mind, an unresolved challenge he couldn’t ignore.

  With his newfound stability and refined energy control, Devor began experimenting with more complex formations. He carefully arranged clusters of Yellow-Grade and Earth-Grade Spiritual Plants around the field, layering their energies in intricate patterns, each one designed to support his growing power.

  “If I can master the balance of these five elements,” Devor mused, jotting down notes in a worn notebook, “I might finally create a spiritual field capable of nurturing the Sky-Grade Seeds.”

  His eyes sparkled with determination, each word on the page marking another step toward his ultimate goal.

  Forly, now a Nameless Disciple and Devor’s most dedicated student, often watched these developments with awe. One morning, as he delivered his routine report, he paused, unsure whether to speak.

  “Senior Devor,” he said, his tone full of respect, “your cultivation... it’s becoming incredible. I can feel your aura all the way across the field.”

  Devor chuckled, his humility still evident despite his growing power. “This progress isn’t magic, Forly. It’s the result of hard work and patience. Remember, the path of cultivation is long and difficult. Don’t rush to the end.”

  Forly nodded, his respect for Devor deepening. “I understand, Senior. I’ll follow your example.”

  In the days that followed, Devor’s focus shifted between refining the Essence of Nature technique and perfecting the formations in his spiritual field.

  The plot for the Sky-Grade Seeds was gradually taking shape. It was surrounded by rows of five elemental plants:

  Each line of plants formed a precise pattern, their combined Qi pulsing in perfect harmony. The air above the plot shimmered faintly, a sign of the powerful energy brewing within.

  Devor stood at the edge of the field, arms crossed, his gaze unwavering.

  “I’m getting closer,” he thought. “Soon, I’ll be ready to plant the Sky-Grade Seeds. And when they thrive, it’ll prove that with enough perseverance, even the impossible can be achieved.”