Half of the mao hour had just passed.
Dawn broke in the east, the light steadily brightening as that round moon slowly faded away.
Chen Yi finished his practice and exhaled a long breath of white mist, drawing all his True Essence back into his three great Qi Seas.
Within his Dantian Qi Sea, True Essence swirled like mercury in a vortex.
Within his danzhong Qi Sea, True Qi stood immovable and majestic as a mountain.
Inside his Yintang acupoint, the four divine beasts seated upon their Divine Seats assumed different postures, silently breathing in and out True Essence.
Although Chen Yi had already circulated the Mysterious Turtle Breath Concealment Art to restrain his aura, this Stake Training was extraordinary, allowing him to draw in Heaven and Earth Spirit Qi thread by thread through his pores.
Like rain moistening all things without a sound, it gradually strengthened his "spirit" and raised his Cultivation Base.
Trickling streams formed a river; grains of sand piled into a tower.
Were it not for this, he could not have raised his Cultivation Base to Fourth Rank Mid Stage in a mere twelve days.
Chen Yi rose and stretched his limbs, feeling refreshed and clear-headed, his entire body much lighter.
He clenched his fist, sensing the changes in his five senses. His eyes had grown brighter still, and he muttered inwardly:
"'Spirit' advancement gives me ever more precise control over my body."
If the Lower Three Ranks were the tempering of flesh, skin, sinew, and bone, then the Middle Three Grades were the realm in which martial artists gradually mastered and brought out their full strength.
From bones and muscles down to acupoints and hairs.
Wherever a martial artist's spirit reached, blood and qi and True Essence would gather. They could wound enemies, disperse force,