The Holy Emperor's Purpose

The meditation chamber that had once belonged to Ru Tianqi had been thoroughly transformed by Wang Qi into the shape of a calculating device. Countless metal wires carried spiritual power and struck yin-yang jade, causing the jade stones to endlessly transform between yin and yang, changing beyond measure. The walls of the entire stone chamber glittered like a star map.

Every metal wire glowed faintly. The spiritual light on every wire converged in one place, illuminating the meditation chamber until it was bright as day.

Within that deep, radiant divine light, Wang Qi floated in the air, seated cross-legged with his eyes closed.

At that moment, he was not breathing in spiritual energy. This was still Linghuang Island, Holy Emperor's sphere of influence. Wang Qi could use the Tai Chu Sword God Formation to deploy a virtual divine kingdom and block Holy Emperor's perception. But if he wanted to draw down a river of energy channels from beyond the heavens to empower himself, there was an eighty to ninety percent chance that he would still be exposed.

For now, he could only blend himself into the surrounding spiritual-energy background and draw a small amount of spiritual energy from this illusion.

However, "cultivation" was not entirely equivalent to absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and forging a spiritual-power system within one's body.

For a cultivator, any activity that made one's life trend toward openness, order, and negative entropy could be considered cultivation.

And cultivation methods were, in essence, merely "the techniques of cultivation." They were not limited to methods for "moving spiritual energy."

What Wang Qi was circulating now was not his own mana, but "telepathy"—the information fused with his mana.

The information contained within his mana was naturally the thoughts and self he had refined into it.

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