A surging wolf-smoke of blood and qi shot straight into the heavens, stirring the skies above into a spectacular vortex of flowing clouds. Deep within these mountains, where no trace of human habitation could be seen, it would otherwise have caused a tremendous sensation.
Yet Meng Zhao had no time to concern himself with this, for at this very moment, an exceedingly wondrous transformation was taking place within his body, leaving him utterly at ease and filling him from head to toe with indescribable strength.
Legend had it that in the distant past, heaven and earth held not only all manner of strange and varied primordial qi, but also many special forms of qi, such as heaven-born Astral Qi, earth-born Killing Intent, and miraculous qi formed by nature itself.
These qi were of immense benefit to Martial Dao Cultivation. Some could cultivate extraordinary arts and wondrous methods; some could exert special effects upon the fleshly body. There were even a few heaven-defying mystical qi that could prolong one's life, no different from Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.
Unfortunately, with the passage of time, the flourishing of martial arts across the Divine Continent, and the growth of humankind, these finite resources had already neared exhaustion. Thus, there was a reason why the Martial Dao had gone from its budding in Ancient Times, to its brilliant flowering and the contention of a hundred schools in the Medieval Era, and finally to its present decline and low ebb.
The downgrading of resources and the waning of fortune were both major factors behind the current trough of the Martial Dao.
And now, the refined essence pouring into Meng Zhao's body was likely one such mystical qi. Though it could not directly raise his cultivation or greatly increase his inner power, it caused his blood