As Qin Li's body passed through the dense fog of Spiritual Qi, it poured into him without pause, even without him actively trying to absorb it. The stamina he had just expended was instantly replenished. Looking inward, he saw that the fist-sized purple vortex in his Dantian, nourished by the surging Spiritual Qi, now shone with a much richer luster.
Qin Li didn't stop, continuing deeper inside. Before long, he saw a mass of white, misty Spiritual Qi ahead, as tall as a person. It swirled and floated, constantly shifting shape as if it had a mind of its own!
Moving like a cat, Qin Li made no sound as he stealthily approached the dense fog of Spiritual Qi. But as if sensing danger, the Spiritual Qi began to disperse as he drew near!
Qin Li was taken aback for a moment, but this time he didn't hold back. He opened his mouth and inhaled, and the Spiritual Mist surged into him. Every meridian in his body was like a starving ghost, opening its maw to absorb the energy with abandon!
