I Can't Do It

In the main quiet room.

Shen Ping sat cross-legged on a cushion embroidered with silver threads. The mist formed by the spiritual energy vortex around his body surged crazily from his skin and acupoints. Then, it followed his meridians and circulated a small circulation in just an hour.

He opened his eyes. He sensed a trace of Foundation Establishment magic power growing in the meridians in his dantian. He could not help but smile.

In the nearly two years since he returned to the Linhai Immortal City from the Wei Kingdom, after continuous effort day and night, his wind-element mutated spiritual root had long transformed from the jade-grade to an even higher earth-grade. His cultivation speed had greatly increased. Originally, he needed six hours to complete a small circulation cycle, but now, it had been shortened by several times. It was much stronger than the increase from the heaven-grade to the spirit-grade.