Seeking Dao Courtyard.
Ning Qi circulated the Great Dream Nine Deaths Art, and he could feel his Inner Strength was on the verge of qualitative change. For ordinary people, the final leap from nine transformations of Inner Strength into Protective Aura requires a lot of effort to gradually transform.
But in Ning Qi's deduction, during his last state of feigned death, his Physical Body and Inner Strength would transform on their own.
Luo Wentian paid a visit.
He brought another batch of recently collected medicinal herbs, including two sets of Ninggang Pill ingredients. These were urgently sent from some industries under the True Martial Sect. If he wanted more in the future, he could only accumulate them slowly.
This was not because Luo Wentian wanted Ning Qi to perform Alchemy, but because Ning Qi proactively requested it.
"Junior Brother, while the Dao of Alchemy is good, you must not put the cart before the horse and become too engrossed in it."
Luo Wentian still couldn't help but remind him.
He was afraid that his Junior Brother would become addicted to Alchemy after trying to refine Ninggang Pill, neglecting his Martial Artist cultivation. Although he didn't know what Realm Ning Qi was currently in, Ning Qi's future was higher than everyone else's—this was an unspoken fact among all the Disciples.
Ning Qi smiled and nodded:
"Senior Brother, I know."
He was just trying it out in his spare time, wanting to see if he could deduce a Pill Formula that could accelerate cultivation in the Gang Yuan Realm.
Cultivation in the Gang Yuan Realm is a slow and painstaking process. Even a Genius like Dragon Mountain Daoist takes ten years to Breakthrough a single Realm. Although the Ten Thousand Manifestations True Gang created by Ning Qi himself is powerful, it is more reflected in its 'all-encompassing' nature.
"It's good that you know what you're doing. Don't blame your Senior Brother for being long-winded."
Luo Wentian smiled and stood up. He knew that Ning Qi had never needed others to worry about him since he was young, but he still couldn't help but say an extra word. This was an instinctive expression of care.
"Then I'll leave first. Master is probably about to come out of seclusion. I need to get everything ready before he comes out."
Ning Qi said:
"I happen to be going into seclusion for a while. If Master comes out, please inform him that I cannot come to greet him."
Luo Wentian waved his hand and left.
Ning Qi looked at the medicinal herbs and smiled knowingly.
He looked within himself.
Inspiration struck him.
His Inner Strength and Physical Body had completely formed a connection.
It was late autumn, and the cold wind was bleak, but it couldn't blow away the joy in Ning Qi's heart.
"Tiansheng, don't go out during this time."
After giving the instruction, Ning Qi strode into the house.
He took a deep breath, feeling a slight excitement. Although he had already undergone eight feigned deaths, this last one was crucial. The nine transformations of Inner Strength into Protective Aura marked a qualitative change.
Adjusting his state, Ning Qi gradually became devoid of thoughts.
He fell into a state of stillness, his entire being seemingly sinking into a Chaos space.
...
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
His Physical Body was throbbing, and life essence surged from deep within, carrying a rhythmic sound that only Ning Qi himself could hear.
Inner Strength and life essence combined, beginning to produce an inexplicable change.
Above the silent and boundless Dantian space.
The first wisp of Qi, like White Mist, appeared.
Then, threads and wisps, like fine rain, fell straight down, filling the entire space.
Time slowly passed.
The White Mist gathered more and more, vast and boundless, like a hazy mist.
Until a certain moment.
A faint hum.
Ning Qi opened his eyes, feeling as if a lifetime had passed. Even though he was accustomed to feigned death, the duration of this sleep far exceeded his expectations.
"One month."
He was a little amazed.
He had originally thought this last feigned death would be similar in duration to the previous one, but he underestimated the vastness of his Inner Strength and the power of his Physical Body. The newly formed Protective Aura White Mist gathered together, like a swamp or rain, incredibly vast.
This also took a lot of time to transform.
Fortunately, everything was worth it.
Ning Qi had heard several Senior Brothers describe the conditions within their bodies.
They were far inferior to his own.
"Is this the Protective Aura Realm? It's indeed powerful."
Ning Qi felt a little emotional. With a thought, Protective Aura immediately pulsed at his fingertips. This was a power that his previous Inner Strength could not compare to at all.
"White Mist, Jade Liquid, and Core Formation are actually three forms of Protective Aura."
"The cultivation of the Gang Yuan Realm is to continuously refine Protective Aura, combining it with life essence, from the initial gaseous White Mist to the final solid Core Formation. At that time, one can attempt 'Heaven and Earth United as One' and 'Heaven-Human Unity Secret Technique' to reach the Heavenly Human Realm."
For Ning Qi, there were no secrets in the cultivation of the Gang Yuan Realm.
He had even created the Gang Yuan Realm Cultivation Technique, Ten Thousand Manifestations True Gang.
He could feel that his current state was better than ever before. His thoughts spun, and flashes of inspiration continuously arose. This was a significant improvement in his life essence, which again raised the upper limit of his Comprehension Ability. An ordinary Gang Yuan Realm Martial Artist could live for four hundred years, but Ning Qi would probably be even more exaggerated.
He guessed that his lifespan might already be close to the Heavenly Human Realm.
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However.
Ning Qi's biggest feeling right now was...
He was very strong.
He was now somewhat unsure of his own strength.
The vast Protective Aura surging within his body contained immense power, making him feel that he could easily instantly kill his former self.
"Perhaps... I can try to fly."
A hint of excitement and anticipation surged in Ning Qi's heart.
Ordinary Martial Artist could barely fly when they reached the Core Formation Realm, but Ning Qi's Gang Yuan was too vast and of high quality, so he might also be able to do it.
He suppressed that impulse and walked out the door.
The White Ape had been waiting for a long time. There was reverence in his eyes. After his Primal Spirit Eyes Awakening, his perception was extremely keen. The terrifying oppressive feeling that flashed by earlier let him know just how powerful the seemingly ordinary teacher in front of him truly was.
"Has Master come out of seclusion yet?"
Ning Qi asked.
The White Ape bowed respectfully:
"Immortal Master has not come out of seclusion yet."
Ning Qi had not officially taken him as a Disciple, so the White Ape dared not call Dragon Mountain Daoist Grandmaster.
Ning Qi was slightly surprised.
He had originally thought that after a month of his feigned death, Master would have already come out of seclusion, but he hadn't.
"It seems Master has gained a lot this time."
He was a little emotional. Generally speaking, the longer the time spent digesting insights after a Breakthrough to the Heavenly Human Realm, the greater the gains. Perhaps the battle with the Wang Family Old Ancestor earlier had given Dragon Mountain Daoist some inspiration.
"When Master comes out of seclusion, I can discuss the Heaven-Human Unity Secret Technique with him. I wonder if it can help him. And I can also ask Master to help me experience Heaven and Earth Power."
Ning Qi mused inwardly.
Night fell.
Ning Qi silently left Zhenwu Mountain. His speed was extremely fast, like a ghost.
Perceiving that there was no one around, anticipation rose in Ning Qi's eyes.
The next moment.
The vast White Mist Protective Aura surged within his body, and Ning Qi's figure slowly rose from the ground.
At first, he was a little unstable, but after getting used to it, he became quite steady, moving like the wind.
He stood high in the sky, unconsciously spreading his arms and closing his eyes, feeling the night wind caress him.
In his previous life, he lay on a sickbed unable to move, but in this life, he could already fly high in the sky.
Ning Qi's chest couldn't help but surge with abandon and exhilaration.
And this was just the beginning.
He would cherish this hard-won opportunity and go even further.
