Ten days later.
Jiang Yi opened his eyes from tranquil meditation, and his dense, concentrated presence suddenly shuddered.
The entire Spirit Truth Hut rocked violently, like a tiny boat tossed upon the ocean.
Boundless light shone from the Yintang between his brows. Dimly visible within was a little figure of gold and jade, identical to him in appearance, seated atop a twelve-tiered ritual platform. The vine gourd in his hand abruptly grew lighter. All thirty-six masses of Qian-Heaven True Jun Qi had been refined, with not a drop remaining.
Such an inconceivable speed of cultivation was probably something even Patriarch Netherworld Profound had never anticipated.
"Still not quite enough."
The corners of Jiang Yi's lips lifted as he set down the vine gourd that had held the Gang Qi.
The thirty-six masses of Qian-Heaven True Jun Qi had fortified his Origin Gate, making his forehead bone gleam. Like a solid foundation, it supported the twelve-tiered ritual platform, holding his blazing Divine Sense high.
"Law Power determines the might of Dao techniques-it is the foundation. But the speed at which Divine Sense works can increase casting speed. Get one step ahead, and an opening for victory reveals itself." Jiang Yi silently contemplated his experience. After entering the Twelfth Level of Qi Refining, the immense Law Power within his Inner Manor could grow no further, advance no more, like a raging dragon locked behind a great sluice gate.
Unless he completely shattered his shackles, forged his Dao Foundation, and ascended amid rosy clouds, consuming more spiritual substances or resources would be useless. According to the Buddhist Dao, as recorded in the Mahāsāṃghika Vinaya, a kṣaṇa was one thought, twenty thoughts made an instant, and twenty instants made a finger snap. Qi Refining cultivators could very rarely cast a Dao technique in less