One second later,
Zhang Yang neither exploded nor experienced a surge in cultivation.
That one unit of spiritual qi, equivalent to what an old Nascent Soul monster had cultivated, brought him only a strange realization.
It was as if sugar had been added to soy milk, salt to tofu pudding, and flowers had gained colors and fragrance. The sky grew bluer and loftier, the grass and trees greener, and everything—complex or simple—became clear. In the end, it was reflected in his spiritual sea like a bright mirror.
This reflection was not a simple copy, but an analysis and grasp of deeper-level truths. Vaguely, it carried a trace of the flavor of the Heaven and Earth Dao Rhyme—extremely faint, almost imperceptible.
When Zhang Yang came to his senses again, he discovered that several hours had already passed.
As for the benefits brought by this standard unit of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, there actually were not many. It was roughly equivalent to a hundred mouthfuls of Natal Spiritual Qi he had cultivated himself.
The other benefit was that wondrous realization of the realm.
"Heaven and Earth Dao Rhyme! Now that's powerful. It is equivalent to comprehending the true essence of this world. There will not be any obvious effects in the short term, but after accumulating for years, decades, centuries, or even millennia, it will become truly extraordinary."
Zhang Yang fell into deep thought. He had already been this cautious, modifying the spiritual qi value to the lowest possible level, yet the effect had still been this overbearing. This showed just how valuable the Immortal Cultivation Village Building Order was. Then, in the future, would someone specifically come looking for it?
After all, his actions earlier had been tantamount to betraying the faction the Village Building Order belonged to.
Especially that