In the cave.
It has been three days since Shen Zhui started practicing in this cave.
"Clatter~" Small stones fell from the cave wall and turned into dust before they reached Shen Zhui, thanks to a barrier formed by the lotus seat.
"Boom~" Inside Shen Zhui, a sound echoed as if a tide was reversing.
The Qi whirlpool already filled half of his upper Dantian, and within it was a rich spiritual power that was rapidly liquefying. Soon, drops of spiritual rain fell from the whirlpool.
"Sizzle~" The raindrops grew larger and their coverage expanded. Soon, a puddle formed in the Dantian which previously resembled a dried lake bed.
"Boom~" Lightning flashed, and the drizzling rain soon turned into a downpour. Eventually, the spiritual rain in the Qi whirlpool poured into the Spirit Lake like a storm.
Feeling the vastness of the Spirit Lake, which still only had a thin layer of water, Shen Zhui couldn't help but feel shocked.
