Wang Qi crouched down and examined the rock he had shattered with a slap.
The spot where his palm had struck was completely unharmed, without even a mark. Yet some strange force had seeped into the rock's interior and dismembered the entire stone.
Wang Qi stared at the pile of fragments, none larger than his palm, and said, "This power... is so unscientific..."
If he had used a spell to shatter the stone, Wang Qi would not have been so surprised. It was not difficult for a Qi Refining Cultivator to rub together a spell like a little grenade, but that had merely been a casual strike!
"Could this world really run on enlightenment, where once you comprehend something, your level shoots up, up, up... No, no. I'm clearly still at Qi Refining. And this effect..." Wang Qi picked up a stone and found that its broken surface was remarkably even. It was not quite smooth as a mirror, but it certainly did not look as though it had been violently smashed apart.
"This effect is somewhat like Da Xiang Xiangbo Gong, yet not quite."
Zhen Chanzi reminded him, "Look inward. You cultivate many and varied mental cultivation methods. Perhaps one of them broke through without your realizing it. Newly gained strength going out of control inside the body is a common occurrence."
Wang Qi closed his eyes and inspected himself internally as instructed. Before long, he opened them again and raised his hand before his eyes. A strange magical power coiled around it. It took the shape of a golden halo, rippling outward in circles from the center of Wang Qi's palm—seeming solid yet illusory, real yet fantastical.
"What is this?" Zhen Chanzi asked curiously. "I seem able to sense it, yet also seem unable to sense it. Such