The true astral realm.
Yi Yang sat cross-legged on a prayer mat. The transformation within his qi sea had completely finished.
The mass of Inner Energy, once somewhere between liquid and solid, had now become a fist-sized core of light.
It neither glowed nor trembled, resting quietly deep within his dantian. Yet its density and texture belonged to an entirely different species from third inner qi.
Yi Yang tried drawing out a strand of true astral power.
Just a strand.
That energy traveled once through his meridians, and everywhere it passed, his fascia, bones, and blood vessels trembled faintly.
It was not pain, but resonance. Every cell in his body responded to that power.
He extended his right hand and spread his fingers.
In his palm, a mass of qi force invisible to the naked eye gathered at his fingertips. The previously invisible qi force could now actually be faintly seen.
Yi Yang controlled this True Astral Force and thrust his palm toward the tabletop without touching it.
The condensed mass of True Astral Force flew straight over.
Bang!
The teacup on the table split down the middle into two halves. Tea spilled to either side, dripping over the table's edge onto the floor.
Yi Yang looked at the broken cup and curled his fingers into a fist. Although he felt that he had undergone an enormous change, without any books explaining it, he still did not understand much.
But Yi Yang felt that he could now fight ten versions of himself from before his breakthrough. Although qi force and True Astral Force seemed to be the same substance, there was actually a qualitative gulf between them.
Moreover, after entering this realm, Yi Yang would definitely have a place among the upper ranks of martial artists throughout Suining Prefecture.
Meanwhile,