'If I change my appearance, it should save me a great deal of trouble.'
Jiang Yi thought to himself as his immense Magical Power, like a celestial river flowing in reverse, slowly receded into his body.
In his palm, he held a barnacle-like gourd the size of his hand. Inside it were twenty-six wisps of clear Spiritual Qi, swirling like mist and rosy clouds, condensed and unmoving.
This was "Qian Heaven True Jun Qi," a gift from Master Lu for the Daoist to use in refining his gang qi.
'Killing Power is turbid and heavy, increasing the might of Daoist Skills. Gang qi is refined and integrated into True Qi, nourishing and solidifying the Primordial Gate, and benefiting the Divine Sense.'
Jiang Yi's eyelids drooped slightly. As he looked inward, he saw that within his Primordial Gate—a place wreathed in clouds and mist like an Immortal's paradise—twelve Dharma Platforms had actually been erected.
His blazing Divine Sense, like a miniature person, sat in solemn dignity upon them.
