Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Chen Qing put one foot through the gate of light. Before him it darkened first, then suddenly opened wide.

A grey-white mist swept toward his face. The heaven and earth elemental qi it contained was more than twice as rich as inside the meditation room with the Gathering-Origin Formation running.

And beyond that.

He extended his palm. A faint and barely tangible unusual aura slipped between his fingers.

Primordial Spirit essence.

Chen Qing compared it quietly. The Primordial Spirit essence in the Vast Azure Sword had been extremely concentrated, helping Hua Yunfeng break through to the Primordial Spirit realm directly. Yet the Primordial Spirit essence drifting in the air here, while far less concentrated, was present everywhere, permeating heaven and earth and merging into every strand of elemental qi.

"The quality is genuinely different." Chen Qing murmured to himself.

The Primordial Spirit essence in the Vast Azure Sword was rich yet sourceless, diminishing with each drop consumed.

Here, the Primordial Spirit essence co-existed and co-flourished with the heaven and earth elemental qi, as though this entire space were itself a living spring, steadily and ceaselessly seeping out that mysterious aura.