Presently, Xiao Ming felt a profound sense of delight as he scanned his three qi seas, a slightly broader smile tugging at his lips.
Each of the qi seas bore unique attributes and specialties, their energies intertwining in a harmonious yet chaotic dance.
The sight was nothing short of breathtaking.
The upper dantian, located in the center of his forehead, was a marvel in itself. It continuously gathered spiritual qi, the energy swirling and condensing until it formed a large spring of qi.
The spring shimmered with an ethereal light, its surface rippling like liquid silver. But as Xiao Ming watched, the spring began to destabilize.
CRACK!
Faint cracks spiderwebbed across the surface of the qi pond, threatening to burst it apart. Xiao Ming's heart clenched, but before panic could set in, the pond collapsed inward, only to reform into a tranquil spiritual qi lake.