Early morning, small courtyard.
A rain had fallen just last night, leaving the flowers and grasses planted in the courtyard glistening wet, reflecting a crystalline, dewy sheen beneath the morning light.
Wang Chen stood atop a bluestone slab, his fingers forming a spell seal as he activated the Mana within his body.
Within ten paces around him, droplets of dew silently rose into the air, gathering into a massive ball in the blink of an eye.
Wang Chen suddenly thrust his palm forward. The ball of dew instantly froze into ice, then burst into countless frost needles as fine as hair, shooting like lightning into the clump of green bamboo by the wall.
A continuous crackling rang out as innumerable bamboo leaves were punctured with tiny holes.
The next moment, Wang Chen withdrew his palm, and the Mana circulating through his meridians quietly returned to the Upper Dantian, where it lay dormant once more.
Ever since opening the Upper Dantian, his cultivation of Daoist magic had advanced by leaps and bounds. Drawing upon what he had learned from the Ten Directions Daoist Canon, he had cultivated one spell after another.
To put it bluntly, with Wang Chen's current attainments in Daoist magic, he could easily establish a sect in the Cangqing Realm.
He could become a Daoist Patriarch of his generation!
Unfortunately, the upper limit of Daoist magic in this world was far too low, and Heaven and Earth spiritual energy was sparse. Even a Daoist Patriarch was inferior to a high-level Qi Refining cultivator of the Haotian Realm. There was truly little point in it.
Thus, Wang Chen merely cultivated Daoist magic alongside his main path. If he wanted to break through this world's limits, he still had to start with martial cultivation!
All of a sudden, his heart