At the convergence points, it transford from three to twenty-four points, these positions connected as if forming a whole.
The speed of absorbing primordial qi instantly increased by more than ten tis.
Coupled with the occasional assistance from the devouring talent, the speed at which primordial qi was digested was elevated to an extrely terrifying level.
Lou Yi looked at the attribute panel:
[Na: Lou Yi]
[Age: 29/352]
[Realm: Mid-stage Martial Saint (69/600, two apertures (5/600)), Three-star Body Cultivator (326/600), Qi Cultivation Eighth Level (510/600)]
[Cultivation Technique: Yellow Extre Breathing Technique (Three segnts, Mastery 0/5000 Seven Orifice Linghua Fruit)...]
[Skills: Surging Tide (Perfection)...Martial Arts True Intent·Pain·Remnants (Mastery), Knowledge Storage Technique (Perfection)]
[Magic: Corpse Control Technique (Perfection)...]
[Talents: Petrification (Perfection), Ride the Wind (Minor Achievent 0/5000 1 Thunderstorm Crystal), Disguise...Monster Power (Mastery/3000 1 Azure Dragon Fruit)...Control (Proficient 0/120 1 Yanpo Mushroom)...Avatar (Beginner 0/600 1 Blood Jade Lotus)]
[Probe: Yes/No]
[Deduction: Yes/No]
[Energy: 98756]
Lou Yi tapped the asterisk after Mid-stage Martial Saint (69/600), and a prompt appeared:
Three-segnt Breathing Technique Mastery, can increase two proficiency points daily.
’This is a major breakthrough!’ Lou Yi thought excitedly.
The speed of cultivation improvent at the mastery level of the three-segnt Breathing Technique is more than ten tis that of the proficient level.
In less than a year, he can ascend to the later stages of Martial Saint.
Even reaching the peak of Martial Saint should take no more than eight years.
By then, he could plan to break through to the Profound Light Realm after god-forming six or seven apertures.
Of course, Lou Yi certainly wasn’t satisfied with only god-forming six or seven apertures.
The number of apertures a martial artist can god-form can reach up to nine, equivalent to the nine-layer Spirit Platform.
The more apertures god-ford, the stronger the combat power and potential in the Profound Light Realm will be.
With the problem of slow cultivation speed resolved, he simply needed to proceed systematically, and within a few years, he could elevate his cultivation to the limits of this realm.
As for god-forming the apertures, he also had shortcuts to take. What ordinary people feared like a tiger, the heavenly tribulation, he instead could absorb its energy for assistance.
However, the might of heaven is unpredictable, and the power of the heavenly tribulation will inevitably grow stronger.
He must find opportunities to enhance talents like Petrification, Tenacity, and Lightning Evasion.
Otherwise, being struck to death by heavenly lightning would be a big joke.
Lou Yi looked at the energy bar, which was approaching one hundred thousand.
When the energy reaches one hundred fifty thousand, he could force a deduction for the Petrification Talent.
He had a premonition that the next stage of the Petrification Talent might bring pleasant surprises, allowing his strength to leap upward once more.
As for the avatar, the new avatar was already in the Fogless District absorbing belief power, and once fully saturated, it could join him.
By then, he wouldn’t fear facing an ordinary Trench Patrol Guest.
After consuming the Five-color Lingzhi, Lou Yi’s imdiate strength did not increase much.
But the path ahead was much clearer than before, and he was in a great mood.
He began to return, and as he neared the artists’ studio where everyone gathered, he suddenly sensed a powerful fluctuation of spiritual qi.
’Is soone fighting?’ Lou Yi quickened his pace.
Before arriving at the scene, unrestrained gossip discussion voices were already audible.
"Why is the genius from the Barbarian tribe clashing with a cultivator from this small sect in the Northern Domain?"
"It seems to be over a woman. The Barbarian tribe’s cultivation thods are unique, and their desires are strong.
Moreover, their male cultivators often look down on the body-refinent female cultivators of their own tribe and prefer the uniquely temperantal qi-cultivating female cultivators."
"Historically, the Barbarian tribe has produced powerful figures at the True Monarch level, possibly more than one.
Although they are not listed among the top twenty-four sects of the Immortal Dao Alliance for so special reasons, their real combat force is not to be underestimated.
The cultivator from this small sect in the Northern Domain is likely going to get badly hurt..."
’Barbarian tribe, huh.’ Lou Yi frowned upon hearing the discussions around him.
He had heard of this sect’s reputation as a well-known body cultivation force in Central Continent.
Although located on the edge, it occasionally engaged in exchanges with so major sects in the heart of Central Continent, leaving behind many glorious feats.
At this mont, in front of Gao Wenxuan’s artist’s studio magic treasure, two muscular n radiating precious light were confronting each other.
One was wearing dark green precious armor, looking handso and in his twenties, with a wild aura, purportedly the first genius of the True Blood Sect in thousands of years, Shen Aoqun.
The other was a shirtless, dark-skinned wild man-like cultivator.
Of similar age, his chest and back were tattooed with a strange humanoid totem.
The humanoid totem was covered in green-black hair and had a single coarse leg covered in scales.
Most astonishingly, he had eight arms, which moved slightly accompanied by faint sounds of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning.
A pair of dark red eyes made everyone feel as though he was looking at them.
This was the Barbarian tribe’s prodigious talent, known as ’Ju Mang.’
Ju Mang’s gruff voice sounded, "I was talking to this fairy, what business is it of yours?
Are you her Dao companion or her brother, why are you butting in?"
"If you want to speak, speak properly.
Don’t let foul language spew from your lips, you filthy scoundrel!" Shen Aoqun shouted angrily.
"What foul language?" Ju Mang showed a puzzled expression, "I just said she has a big backside and can bear well, is that foul language?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of laughter erupted from the crowd watching.
Rong Ziyun, behind Shen Aoqun, was so angry that her face turned crimson, and her delicate body trembled.
This slightly eased Lou Yi’s heart as he arrived, realizing it wasn’t Xin Zhiqi being harassed.
The Barbarians’ perspectives and focuses are different from ordinary people.
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