A drop of true essence formed, and more true essence began to pour out of the vortex, like pearls spat out by a fish.
The condensed true essence flowed through his meridians and circulated throughout his body, beginning to cleanse it. True essence was a higher grade of energy than true qi; every wisp and thread contained immense power, making it far more effective than true qi at cleansing the body.
At the same time, it drew on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to temper his body. With each round of cleansing, his body grew stronger at a rapid pace. Even his skin, already as tough as steel, began to exude grime once more.
The impurities in his body were being expelled, tempering it into something even more refined.
Fang Mo's true qi was too abundant. It took him a full day to convert all of it into true essence. Hundreds of drops now swam through his Dantian along the path of yin and yang, like serpents, each containing immense energy.
"Too little!"
Fang Mo furrowed his brows slightly. His vast lake of true qi had yielded only a few hundred drops of true essence, leaving him somewhat disappointed.
If a Heavenly Human Realm martial artist had been there, they would have cursed Fang Mo out.
For an ordinary martial artist, condensing a dozen or so drops of true essence upon reaching the Heavenly Human Realm was already the mark of a peerless genius. This time, he had condensed five or six hundred drops—about as much as a late-stage Heavenly Human Realm martial artist—and he was still dissatisfied.
Fang Mo stopped cultivating, his brows knitting together. He had found that his Pre-Heaven Origin Return true qi was struggling to drive the true essence.
After reaching the Heavenly Human