It was night in Xuanji Palace.
Jiang Li sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, lifting one hand lightly to release the Qi he'd obtained from Zhang Daoyi.
At the same time, Innate Qi surged from the palm of his hand like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, merging with the thread of Qi. The pure Primordial Qi swiftly transformed, bolstering it. In a short time, it transformed from a mere thread into a cloud of mist, floating quietly.
Different from Zhang Daoyi's demonstration of Yin Yang Balance, this True Qi was in terms of purity, no less than Jiang Li's Innate Qi. However, it lacked the malleable strength.
One might even say it had no malleability at all, being extremely exclusive. The still mist would not allow any Qi Mechanism to penetrate it. Only the most pure, like distilled water, Innate Qi could merge with it.
And once any other elemental Essence Qi was too strong, this Qi would reveal a formidable aggressiveness.