After exiting the Yin Spirit Institute instance, Li Chunfeng, a man past fifty, staggered a few steps. The first thing he did was close his eyes and feel his surroundings.
The Spiritual Qi was still separated from him by an insurmountable barrier. It was like the moon reflected in water or a flower in a mirror—visible, yet unattainable.
A wave of disappointment washed over him.
'In the end... is it still impossible?'
He opened his eyes, the light within them dimming.
Even after experiencing such a mythical, life-and-death adventure, his mortal body remained useless deadwood, completely cut off from the path of Cultivation.
Just as he was about to fall back on his usual self-consolation—'Blessings and curses are two sides of the same coin, so this must be a good thing'—he suddenly froze.
Deep within his Dantian, in the barren wasteland that had once been diagnosed as "deficient," a current of energy was now slowly circulating!
"This... This is... Inner Strength?"
