Qin Ming raised a hand and activated the second-tier high-grade defensive formation to its fullest.
Then he closed his eyes and meditated for a while.
As his thoughts drifted, scenes flashed through his mind: the days before he had transmigrated, when he had worked himself to the bone hauling bricks; the bitter struggle for survival in the shantytown after arriving here; being exploited and oppressed as a Spirit Farmer in the Spirit Feather Sect, never knowing if he would live to see tomorrow; the fear and helplessness he had felt in the face of his cruel surroundings, treading carefully as if walking on thin ice; and his first encounter with a Marauder Cultivator.
Then came planting Spirit Plants and learning alchemy.
One figure after another appeared before his eyes as though it had all happened yesterday—some bound by hatred, others by friendship.
Now, it was all like passing clouds.
Foundation Establishment was the first great hurdle on the long road of cultivation.
Countless cultivators spent their entire lives exhausting every effort, yet could never cross this heavenly chasm.
Qin Ming opened his eyes. They were clear and bright as the moon, and powerful conviction surged within him!
After such a long period of accumulation, his foundations were now incomparably deep.
As for his external conditions—
He possessed the superior Spirit Vein environment of a second-tier middle-grade spirit island, more than enough to sustain the Spiritual Qi required for Foundation Establishment.
He also had the Foundation Establishment spiritual item, Skyfire Spirit Liquid, which could further raise his chance of success by twenty percent.
And now, he had even refined a supreme Foundation Establishment Pill, something rarely seen in the Immortal Cultivation World.
As for his internal conditions—
He had met every requirement for the three great barriers a cultivator had to