As Lin Ming began refining the Earth Spirit Qi he had absorbed, the Bodhi Ancient Tree at the center of his Inner World swayed gently, scattering emerald light across the sky. Wood-Element Power and Earth-Element Power intertwined, reinforcing each other and raising the Five Elements cycle of his Inner World to another level.
Lin Ming could even clearly feel the spiritual energy within him that had yet to finish transforming circulate faster under the nourishment of the Earth-Element Origin.
But once he had completely refined that wisp of Earth Spirit Qi, Lin Ming realized it had done little to increase his overall strength.
At his current level, ordinary opportunities offered him precious little benefit.
Pure though the wisp was, there was only one of it. The power it provided was like pouring a ladle of water into an ocean. It might quench his thirst for a moment, but it was nowhere near enough to fill the sea.
Yet after refining it completely, Lin Ming realized its effect went far beyond the mere weight of that ladleful.
Once the wisp of Earth Spirit Qi merged fully into the Five Elements cycle of his Inner World, a strange sensation surfaced in his mind.
It was as though an impossibly fine, faint thread extended from the Earth-Element Origin in his Inner World, passed through the dark abyss and the dense gray fog, then pointed toward the depths of the Fallen Battlefield.
The sensation was so faint that he might never have noticed it if his soul had not far surpassed that of ordinary people. Yet it was undeniably there, allowing him to make out its direction and the vast aura ahead—an aura of the same nature and source as the Earth-Element Power within him.
It was like an unimaginably immense mass of Earth-Element