The pressure grew noticeably. Storm-like gales spun within the seventh dantian. His meridians thrummed under the constant push.
Still, he had the mental focus—and enough experience with volatile energies—to absorb the surging Qi without letting it spiral out of control.
Soft crackles sometimes echoed in his chest or limbs, signifying the wind's friction with leftover lightning.
The final leaps before hitting the apex of Origin Core Creation demanded more refined Qi. He slowed each compression cycle, carefully forging every drop of wind Qi into a razor-edged swirl in that dantian.
Each breath out carried a faint breeze, rustling the air in the Dual Cultivation Chambers. On the spiritual plane, the new dantian shone bright jade-green, swirling at formidable speed.
