Master of Fangcun

Fang Han looked as though he wanted to speak, yet stopped himself.

'The cultivation path of this world has gone astray.'

In the Great Qian World, regardless of which of the Hundred Schools a cultivator belonged to, they would first draw the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi into their bodies. Only after thoroughly refining it into their own Principle Qi could they wield it as naturally as their own limbs.

'How can anyone directly manipulate Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi without refining it first?'

'Even if it isn't transformed into Principle Qi, it should at least become spiritual power, mana, or some other equivalent.'

'Though the methods differ, the underlying principle is the same. One takes the mysterious energy drifting throughout heaven and earth and stamps it with one's own mark.'

'But the martial artists of this world have completely skipped the most fundamental step of refinement!'

Fang Han's instincts told him that only after undergoing such a transformation could it truly be called cultivation.

What the Grandmaster martial artists of this world were doing felt more like...