As the saying went, only after swallowing myriad Spirit Chances into the belly could one ascend to the twelfth realm of the Great Dao.
Like fish and shrimp that could not leave the water, Qi Refining cultivators also needed Spirit Chance to strengthen their Furnace Cauldrons and expand their Inner Mansions of the Origin Gate.
Once deprived of nourishment from Spiritual Qi, their cultivation could scarcely advance an inch.
For cultivators, this was rather trying, much like people going hungry without the Five Grains.
This was also why so many Bandit Cultivators used Commoners' blood essence to brew wine and prepare meat.
They had very few channels for obtaining Spirit Resources and Spirit Materials. The Southern Continent's limited deep mountains, great marshes, lakes, seas, and clustered peaks had all been claimed by Dharma Lineages, and they dared not overstep and approach.
In the end, they could only turn their attention to Commoners, who were as numerous as wild grass and impossible to eradicate.
"This makes the power of those eight guiding characters, 'Refining the Ancestral Origin, Commanding the Myriad Truths,' all the clearer."
Jiang Yi was also rather surprised. Through a chance coincidence, he had actually gathered a wisp of "Mingtang Qi."
He sat cross-legged on the spot and silently circulated and transformed it, carefully experiencing its mysteries.
Ever since he entered the fifth level of Qi Refining, his Origin Gate had opened and his Inner Manor had begun to form. His fleshly body, this Furnace Cauldron for cultivating the Dao, had become like a bottomless pit.
Ordinary Spirit Rice and fine medicines were refined by his organs almost the instant they entered his belly, leaving virtually no residue. Even mineral substances such as Copper Juice and Iron Pellets swiftly dissolved without a trace once enveloped by his Primordial Essence