Now standing at the entrance, Feng Shen seated himself cross-legged, gripping the staff tightly.
Closing his eyes, he focused his Qi as an ominous darkness began to seep from the staff, swirling around his entire body.
The air grew heavy, rippling with a sinister, negative pulse.
"Ah~ so much power~" Feng Shen muttered under his breath.
His heartbeat quickened, pounding fiercely in his chest, as he delved into cultivating.
The boost from the dark energy accelerated his progress, fueling his cultivation.
Feng Shen's breathing deepening as he began to channel the overwhelming surge of Qi into his meridians and dantian.
With each slow, deliberate breath, he guided the Qi through his body, pushing it through his meridians with growing precision.
He felt the Qi enter his dantian, expanding and condensing.
Feng Shen was fully immersed in the cultivation process, and the passage of time seemed to lose all meaning.
