Three days later.
Yi Yang sat cross-legged on a prayer mat inside his campaign tent, the Wood-Nurturing Astral Force in his body completing its final circulation.
Azure-green astral energy flowed out from his qi sea, traveled through his meridians, and poured into every limb and bone. Then-it burst out of his body.
A layer of azure-green energy armor, so thin it was almost transparent, appeared three inches around him.
The armor was thin, flowing close to his skin like ripples on water. But Yi Yang could feel that its density far exceeded the astral energy that had previously circulated through his meridians.
He extended his right hand, palm facing forward, and concentrated slightly.
Hum.
A visibly solid blast of astral force shot twenty feet from his palm and struck the iron rack across the tent. The rack was instantly blasted into powder, which drifted slowly through the air.
External projection of astral energy.
Yi Yang stood and summoned his panel for a glance.
[Wood-Nurturing Longevity Art · True Astral Realm (External Astral Energy Projection): 0/5,000,000]
He had successfully broken through to
Late True Astral.
He clenched his fists, and the energy armor around him rippled slightly with the movement. Retracting and releasing this astral energy armor felt completely natural, consuming almost no additional true astral force. It was like breathing.
Yi Yang circulated the Concealed Breath Formless Art and drew in his aura, restoring the tent to stillness.
He changed into his ink-gray Commander's official uniform and stepped outside.
The atmosphere in the camp was somewhat different from three days earlier.
There were more people now.
Three rows of temporary tents had been erected on the drill ground, with each sect's flags planted in its own area: the ocher-red flags of the Golden Sun Temple, the dark blue-green