The next morning, the sun slowly rose in the east.
When the morning sunlight spilled into the room, the boy opened his eyes on time. His life in the wilderness during this period had already adjusted his biological clock to an extremely reasonable schedule.
Looking at the remains of the Magic Cores beneath the bed, it seemed the boy had not slept at all during the night.
Even so, vibrant energy burst forth from the boy.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Mo Yu formed the seals for cultivation with both hands and slowly closed his eyes again. Early morning was the best time to cultivate Dou Qi.
Moreover, last night he had used Profound Thunder Devour on the three remaining Second-Order Demonic Cores he had brought from Wu Tan City. Although the effect was not as significant as before, his Dou Qi had still advanced considerably.
As Mo Yu's breathing gradually steadied, the peaceful space around him suddenly began to ripple faintly like water. Strands of Dou Qi seeped out from the surrounding space.
After absorbing the energy fed back by the Vermilion Bird Sky-Burning Thunder the previous night, Mo Yu's body was like a sponge. Most of the Dou Qi followed his breathing and drilled into his body. After being refined through the specific meridians of his cultivation method, it was slowly stored in the tiny Qi Vortex that continued to hover there.
The cultivation of Dou Qi lasted nearly an hour. Only after the sunlight outside the window brightly illuminated the room did Mo Yu slowly end his cultivation. The seals in his hands dispersed, and he let out a long breath of somewhat murky air.
His eyelids gradually opened. A faint silver light flashed across his pitch-black eyes, then vanished into their deepest depths in an instant.