Seas of mind varied greatly in level.
In the mortal heavens, they rarely went beyond small dark dots of a few square ters and even in the celestial heavens, they were only a few tens of kiloters at most.
But Qingyi’s sea of mind was different, extending far beyond anything she had ever seen in her more than one hundred and fifty thousand years of life.
How could this be possible?
In the end, seas of the mind weren’t like worlds of the mind; they weren’t a physical representation of a world.
They were just places of ditation and training, a space to have direct contact with the dantian and the representation of one’s soul.
Whenever soone cultivates in the sea of mind, they are cultivating their own soul, not their body.
"Is everything all right?" Qingyi approached Ruxue, touching her beautiful face.
The spiritual beauty flinched, her face blushing deeply before she recovered.
"Y-yes, I’m fine." She regained her composure.
Honestly, when she thought of all Qingyi’s feats, his sea of mind didn’t even seem impressive.
The handso young man just sighed heavily as he stretched, looking around him.
’So this is a sea of the mind... honestly, it’s a lot less than I expected.’ He thought.
Ruxue noticed the expression on Qingyi’s face and as if she could imagine what he was thinking, she said: "You still haven’t fully understood the value of this place, but you will soon. Return to your real body, it’s no different from leaving the world of the mind."
Hearing Ruxue’s words, Qingyi closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he was back in the real world.
[Your cultivation has increased! Ninth stage of the crystalline core realm -> First stage of the nascent soul realm].
Ignoring the system notification, Qingyi imdiately studied his body.
His Qi reserves had increased trendously, more than quadrupling, but apart from that, nothing much.
His physical strength had increased, but not by an impressive amount.
After long monts studying his body and everything around him, he finally noticed sothing.
There was a small counter on one of the walls of the room, marking the two days of use he had bought it for.
From the ti Qingyi had spent advancing, this counter should have been at least halfway through, but it had barely moved.
"System... how long did my advance take?"
[14.4 minutes.]
That answer filled Qingyi’s face with shock, his mind working out so quick basic math before he understood.
"My sea of mind slows down ti by 100 tis..." He murmured as Ruxue appeared at his side.
"Yes. Seas of mind are mainly known for their ability to allow the cultivation of soul techniques, but they can also be used as a training ground.
Most Seas of mind only slow down the passage of ti by a small fraction, so hardly any mortal heaven cultivators know about this use.
But it should beco more common from the immortal sky onwards, where seas of mind that slow down ti by five to ten tis begin to appear.
I’ve never seen anyone with a sea of mind capable of slowing down the passage of ti by 100 tis, not even in the heavenly heavens."
Qingyi listened to Ruxue’s explanation in silence, his eyes filled with a subtle glow.
He returned to his sea of mind, his body floating a few ters off the ground as he stretched out his hand, a great flaming ethereal spear appearing in his grip.
Everything there was technically fake and existed only inside his head... Did that an there was no Qi cost either?
The answer to Qingyi’s question ca as soon as he threw the fla spear.
An explosion spread through the sea of his mind, a cloud of steam rising into the air and temporarily blinding him.
When he returned to the ground and his feet sank into the now boiling water, he could only sigh in amazent.
It was just like using the technique in the real world, but in a place where ti passed 100 tis slower and where his Qi reserves simply weren’t depleted.
Wasn’t that place too OP for him to master his techniques?
No... there had to be a cost.
"Ruxue, what do I lose if I use it too much?"
"In the short term? Nothing, but whenever you leave your sea of mind, all the accumulated ntal fatigue from the slowed down ti will hit your body at once, which can be quite uncomfortable." She explained, drawing a smile from Qingyi.
Yes... he could handle that cost.
Without hesitating any longer, the handso young man started training, completely sweeping away any worries about ti he had in his mind.
Qingyi spent a small fortune in lust points to buy the fourth form of the Tempest Monarch’s sword art, working as hard as he could to synchronize it with the rest of his skills.
It was exhausting, but Qingyi managed to put those two hundred days to good use, focusing as much as possible on mastering his skills and even taking so ti out to try to cultivate his soul, sothing he soon gave up doing.
He still didn’t have enough knowledge for that.
After months of training, Qingyi finally found himself ready to leave his sea of mind and return to the outside world.
The mont he felt himself back in his body, Qingyi imdiately noticed his vision dimming and his body completely losing strength, overco by a deep sleep.
’So that’s the accumulated fatigue Ruxue was talking about, it’s worse than I thought.’ Qingyi gritted his teeth, took a recovery pill and set off in the direction of the demon cult.
There, he imdiately activated the concealnt arrays in his robes as he made his way to Ruyan’s palace.
The little demoness was lying lazily on her bed, her voluptuous body covered by nothing but a thin, elegant nightgown.
She barely noticed when her bedroom door opened and a weight hit her large, soft breasts.
"Uh? Husband? How did you manage to get here without noticing you? Is everything all right?" She asked confusedly.
Qingyi didn’t answer and just accepted the warm, comfortable embrace of her breasts, closing his eyes and falling asleep.
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