Qi WuHuo bade farewell to the North Emperor. Choosing to protect the Eastern Peak's seal himself, he crossed the Demon Race's territory and headed into the mortal world, intending to return the seal to Houtu Empress Earthly Deity, who had been gravely wounded eight thousand years before. After killing Great General Tengshe with a single strike at the first level, Qi WuHuo's body had also been pushed close to its limit.
If not for the Primordial Ancestral Qi, which flowed without end, Earth Qi could also nourish itself continually through the power of the earth's veins.
After unleashing such an overwhelmingly powerful burst of primordial qi just now, Qi WuHuo would have been completely spent.
But something was strange. He had clearly reached his own limits, yet the killing intent and battle spirit that had peaked during the fierce fight still brimmed in his heart, refusing to dissipate. He hurried on for a long time, and the faster he ran, the more he felt his battle spirit and killing intent surge and roil within his body.
And now he still had to circulate the technique Yun Qin had learned from the Great Dao Lord, the one that concealed his aura and obscured the secrets of heaven.
His qi grew ever more turbulent within him.
Yet he could not let it spill outside.
The more he suppressed it, the more surging and immense it became, until it churned like a storm. The young Daoist felt his body blazing, as if a ball of fire burned in his dantian. The flames coursed through his qi and spread among his limbs and bones, as though they would burn even his Primordial Spirit to ashes. At last, the restraint and turbulence of his qi, its stillness and motion, reached their extreme. Qi WuHuo stopped