Yang Jing felt an incomparably formidable power, far stronger than anything he had possessed before.
Standing in the center of the training room, Yang Jing quietly savored the power surging ceaselessly through his body. Scenes from his past cultivation flashed through his mind one after another.
While cultivating in the Profound Truth Sect, he often came into contact with its True Qi Realm elders. Whether they belonged to Lingxi Peak, the Main Peak, or any of the other branches, they all possessed True Qi Realm cultivation.
In the past, he had considered these sect elders immensely powerful. Their auras were steady and restrained, and every movement carried the weighty pressure of their true qi, unfathomably deep.
Even after he broke through into the True Qi Realm and became the foremost disciple in the sect, he could still clearly feel an invisible pressure when facing those veteran elders at the true qi peak.
After all, these elders were seasoned experts who had spent decades honing themselves in the True Qi Realm.
Perhaps their talent limited them, or perhaps their opportunity had yet to arrive. They remained barred outside the threshold of the Core Realm, unable to break through any further.
Yet decades of arduous cultivation had refined their true qi to an extraordinary degree. Their foundations were robust, and their combat experience was exceptionally rich. Every one of them was a genuine master at the true qi peak, far beyond an ordinary True Qi Realm expert.
Although his talent was outstanding and his combat ability was by no means weak, he had only recently broken through into the True Qi Realm. His reserves of cultivation fell far short of those veteran elders, and he felt considerable pressure whenever he faced them.
Now, however, as Yang Jing quietly sensed the immense energy