"Ji Mo had actually given birth to purple qi!"
A disciple was secretly shaken, yet he did not cry out. Too many fellow disciples were still meditating here; they absolutely could not be disturbed.
In the shadows.
Mo Fuyang clicked his tongue inwardly, taking in the scene from moments ago. He could not help glancing at the great sun in the distance, a trace of gratification showing in his eyes.
The phenomenon of purple qi coming from the east was rumored to be a manifestation of heaven and earth's blessings—impossible to fathom, impossible to force. He had never expected it to appear within the Five Aggregates Sect. The Dao Ancestor's fortune truly flourished!
Elsewhere.
Tian Yun had gotten lost again. Walking along the road and shaking his head, he returned to his old trade and built himself a grave mound. Then his gaze abruptly sharpened as he looked toward East-Coming Mountain.
"...Purple qi comes from the east." His expression grew somewhat solemn. "One can cultivate such qi merely by meditating? I've never heard of that..."
A look of astonishment gradually emerged on Tian Yun's face. He secretly swallowed, clearly knowing more than Mo Fuyang did.
There had once been a saying within the Fushi Sect regarding purple qi: it was the manifestation of Heavenly Spirit breath. One could ascend the gates of the Nine Heavens, wait quietly for purple qi, and seize it. Perhaps it would arrive the very next moment; perhaps it would never arrive at all.
Put plainly, it all depended on luck...
The sect histories Tian Yun had read recorded that an ancient spirit had cultivated the Heavenly Spirit Purple Qi Body. It was an acquired Heavenly Spirit Purple Qi Dao Body, One Qi Transforms into Purple Body, the pinnacle immortal material for perfected avatars.
This body