Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

The moment Chen Qing's mind sank completely into his elixir field, all stray thoughts fell away.

The heaven and earth elemental qi at the Origin Mountain's summit began to surge.

At first it was no more than a gentle breeze against his face. Then it transformed into a howling gale, rushing toward him from every direction in a wild torrent.

That elemental qi was so dense it was nearly liquid, tracing lines of white through the air that were visible to the naked eye, like hundreds of silk ribbons coiling and winding around him.

At the center of the black jade terrace where Chen Qing sat cross-legged, the gathering speed of the elemental qi grew faster and more ferocious, gradually forming an enormous vortex.

That vortex stretched more than ten zhang in diameter, rotating slowly with Chen Qing at its center, swallowing every last trace of heaven and earth elemental qi and Primordial Spirit essence within a radius of several li.

The formation patterns on the twelve stone pillars at the terrace's edge all lit up simultaneously, their radiance flashing in violent bursts.

Within Chen Qing's body, an unimaginable transformation was taking place.

In his elixir field, the Golden Core was spinning in a frenzy.