Upper and Lower Levels

Within Li Qi's inner world lay a sea of bamboo, two great rivers, and twenty sacred mountains, composing everything they saw.

As for the outside world, Li Qi had truly laid out a flowing banquet, allowing everyone else to help themselves.

This flowing banquet stretched for ninety li. Every piece of tableware was a magical artifact that could automatically replace itself, clean itself, serve dishes, and form illusion arrays, available for all to use.

The food and wine upon it were inexhaustible. Other than being unable to take them away, merely eating there could fill every mouth in the entire city.

The city's miners, mortals, and all manner of commoners came swarming over.

But these were minor matters, merely a small kindness from Li Qi.

He had no way to save these people, but giving them one full meal was easy enough.

Li Qi's true attention remained on those who had received invitations.

"Everyone, the banquet has begun. Please take your seats." Li Qi gently extended a hand, and a row of low tables immediately appeared before them.

Upon the low tables, the staple food was a rice called Cloud Rice.

Cloud Rice was nourished by fire and moistened by rain and dew. Its grains were large, sweet, and smooth; its fragrance was pure and delicate; its nature was warm and harmless; its color yellow and balanced. It was most able to harmonize the spleen and nourish the stomach—hence the name Cloud Rice.

Yellow signified that it had obtained the true qi of metal. The meaning of autumn took grain and fire: grain was the foremost of all vegetation, while fire had the power to forge metal. Metal forged wood, and thus such fine rice could be produced.

This was fine rice cultivated by martial artists. Martial artists attached the