Chapter 671: Qi or Mana?
Unaware of the growing suspicion among the righteous sects or their decision to consult the Dao ancestor, Adam drove his province-sized fortress through the clouds. The sky turned a navy blue as he reached the stratosphere and turned into an unnoticeable dot to anyone on ground level.
Everything worked as intended. The barriers warded off contamination and ensured the ecosystem’s temperature.
Even better, the magic circle on the ground converted nature’s abundant qi into mana at full capacity, filling the hovering gem he had painstakingly combined. It was just a bottomless energy storage working like Selene’s blade, though. But it was of the ninth tier and filled its role.
Satisfied with his work, he took a moment to ponder his next steps.
The quality of his qi was almost solid, but his realm hadn’t improved in the last year. He saw two options: cultivate while gathering magic knowledge or head to the archipelago first. ’Mhh. I’m fine with either.’
As if reading his mind, Misha tapped on his shoulder. He raised his gaze, her bright smile and soft voice warming his chest.
"You deserve a break, Adam." She shook her head and raised her finger before his nose. "No, you must take one, understand? Clear your mind, visit new places, and learn about their culture. I’m sure we’ll find information about the archipelago, too."
"I guess you’re right." He pulled her into a hug on his lap. "Nothing good will come from a weary mind. Thank you for caring, and let’s enjoy the journey for a month or two."
She chuckled, her curved eyes forcing his heart into a beating frenzy—perhaps because they couldn’t spend much time together last year. Close yet separated by mountains of worries, he longed for their animated dinners, hours of banters, or just holding hands on the garden’s bench, surrounded by sweet scents and bathed under the bright sun.