Yang Jing slowly brought his training punches to a halt.
The waves of heat roiling around him gradually subsided, leaving only a lingering warmth in his dantian.
He raised his right hand, palm upward. With a thought, he drew the internal qi from his dantian in wispy strands until it gathered into a pale white current, hovering quietly above his palm.
This strand of internal qi was clear and pure, without the slightest impurity. It resembled the most lustrous jade, lying quietly dormant without any ostentatious display.
Yet Yang Jing could clearly sense the terrifying power concealed beneath that seemingly peaceful current.
It was like a tightly bound bundle of explosives, revealing neither mountain nor water in ordinary times, but capable of unleashing earth-shaking might once fully detonated.
Yang Jing focused on it for a long while, his eyes full of wonder.
He could perceive the fundamental difference between internal qi and his former internal energy. Internal energy was refined from his own blood and qi, whereas internal qi was a product of fusion with the origin energy of heaven and earth. Their power could not even be spoken of in the same breath.
A moment later, Yang Jing gently regulated his breathing and slowly dispersed the wisp of internal qi above his palm.
He closed his eyes and devoted himself to experiencing the comprehensive changes his body had undergone after breaking through to the qi-devouring realm.
His hearing had grown sharper, catching every faint rustle of wind and grass outside the stone chamber.
His sense of smell had become more sensitive. Within the scent of exotic beast musk in the chamber, he could even distinguish subtle notes of vegetation, metal, and stone.
His strength had soared as well. The surging force of his earlier punches still reverberated through his