Several days passed.
The Five-Element Spirit-Gathering Formation ran day and night. The spiritual energy in Chen Family Village was so dense it almost condensed into droplets on the leaves.
Drawing on this vast supply of spiritual energy, the sect leaders and core elders of the Six Great Daoist Ancestral Courts began breaking free of their mortal shackles, one after another. They successfully achieved qi induction and entered the first Qi Refining layer.
The inflated sense of self that came with power was hard to restrain.
Beside the Reservoir in Chen Family Village.
Voices filled the air, and tourists crowded together.
Zhao Cheng, an elder from Mount Qingcheng, walked through the crowd with his hands behind his back.
He was one of the more talented among this group and had successfully entered the first Qi Refining layer the night before.
A mass of qi now resided in his dantian.
It made walking effortless. His hearing and vision had both risen to a new level. He could hear a child crying a hundred meters away and see the veins in distant leaves.
Mortals were nothing but ants.
A faint smile played at the corners of Zhao Cheng's mouth.
A female tourist was walking backward, looking for the right angle to record a video.
Thud.
She bumped into Zhao Cheng.
She lost her balance, and the iPhone in her hand fell onto the bluestone paving. Its screen shattered into a spiderweb of cracks.
"Sir, don't you watch where you're going?" Upset over her phone, the tourist spoke sharply.
Zhao Cheng stopped.
He turned to look at her, his gaze cold, as though he were looking at a weed.
"Why should I watch out for you when I walk?" Zhao Cheng said flatly.
His tone made the tourist laugh in anger. She reached for