Several days later.
Golden Court Mountain, Lingyin Peak.
Inside a secluded lodge.
With a sudden, crisp crack like shattering glass-
Chen Heng slowly ceased his breathing exercises in meditation, drew in his Spell Formula, and brought his cultivation to a halt.
Black and white clouds of mist had been surging and soaring around him, forming an image of primordial chaos, mysterious and sublime, profound and remote. They seemed endlessly changeable yet were empty and formless, imparting a wondrous sense of ceaseless circulation.
But as his Mystery Art stopped.
The swirling manifestation of chaotic mist instantly dispersed as well, returning to the primordial cavernous void, leaving no trace.
What a pity. That was the last piece of dan mother sand. If I could get another bushel, I should be able to cultivate a few more breaths of Sun-Aspect Qi and further my attainment...
Chen Heng opened his eyes. A flash of divine light suddenly cleaved through the depths of his pupils, like a darting serpent of lightning, its sharpness fully revealed!
He spread his left hand flat and shifted his gaze.
Resting quietly between his palm and fingers was a piece of divine sand as large as a hen's egg, grayish-white in color.
The brilliant, rippling radiance that had surrounded it was entirely gone.
Clearly, its spiritual potency had been extracted, rendering it useless.
True Qi stirred in Chen Heng's palm, instantly grinding the hollow shell of dan mother sand to dust. He then rose unhurriedly from his meditation cushion and paced the room, briefly sinking into thought.
In the orthodox Immortal Dao, beginning with Foundation Establishment, each major stage of cultivation was generally divided into three minor stages-
He was now at the second stage of Foundation Establishment-great and small as one wishes.
If he broke through another minor barrier,