Walker Of The Worlds

Lin Mu had just reached his house and was entering his room, unaware of the conversation that had just happened between Hei Yingjie, Hei Wan, and Hei Bao.

He walked up to his bed and sat down on it cross-legged. What Lin Mu now wanted to do was to refine his spirit sense further. He had been thinking about it and realized that it was one of the flaws that he had that he needed to improve.

While Spirit sense overall was an important ability of his during a battle, he had also understood that it was equally important for using it with his skills. Currently, while he could teleport with the second skill 'Blink' forward for up to ten meters, he could only teleport backwards for up to seven meters as that was the maximum range of his spirit sense.

Lin Mu had gotten another realization when he used his newly acquired, third skill 'Phase'. He realized that he actually couldn't see anything when he was using the skill and moving through an object. The only way he could gain any semblance of perception was with the help of spirit sense.

Then came the second problem with it. Lin Mu's spirit sense could not penetrate effectively much farther into solid objects. Depending on its density and thickness of the object, the range of Lin Mu's spirit sense could be limited to about half or even less than half of his actual range.

Thus, if Lin Mu wanted to utilize the full potential of his new skill, he would have to refine his spirit sense and ensure that its range was as far as possible.

Lin Mu was chanting the severing heart sutra and focusing on the inner space of his dantian. He could see the space that was nearly completely filled with spirit qi wisps. If one were to look at it from far, they would think that it was a sea of clouds formed out of spirit qi wisps.

Usually, spirit qi wisps were transparent or rather close to translucent. But here due to their sheer quantity they now appeared white and looked no different from clouds in the sky. Lin Mu focused deeper, and at the very bottom of this sea of clouds, there was a single drop floating.

This single drop was the very first drop of liquefied spirit qi that Lin Mu had refined when he broke through to the late stage of the qi refining realm. If Lin Mu wanted to reach the next stage, he would have to refine more drops of spirit qi and fill his dantian up to half of its maximum capacity.

As soon as it exceeded more than half of its capacity, Lin Mu have been said to have reached the peak stage of the qi refining realm.

~Sigh~

"So am I supposed to refine my spirit sense with my spirit qi wisps or with the spirit qi drop now, senior?" Lin Mu questioned senior Xukong in his mind.

it is a dire situation. Because if you do and if it's the final drop of the liquid spirit qi remaining

spirit qi drops then, shouldn't I?" Lin Mu

it's your first time, it will take you some time. Better to further refine

Mu inwardly

spirit sense. He drew out a single wisp of spirit qi from his dantian and into his meridians. From his meridians, he controlled that wisp

qi was now floating outside of Lin Mu's body. Lin Mu now directed his spirit sense tendril and tried to link it with it. The spirit qi wisp traveled from the very start of the tendril to the other end, but just as it was

~Huu~

sense and was something every cultivator would go through. Once the sprite sense tendril was dissipated, he

more he improved and his speed of refinement increased. Reforming

repeated this process over and over again. Sometimes he would be successful in increasing the length of his spirit sense by a small

sense by half a meter. But in exchange, his spirit qi stores were depleted by half. Lin

~Rumble~

as he was about to start his cultivation session, he heard his stomach

Mu thought as he stood up from the

It was now that he realized that he was soon going to run out of it. He took out

time, too. It's good that I'm going out to the Northern forest with the Hei Corps tomorrow, anyway. I'll take this opportunity to hunt some spirit beasts while

He finished the meal and returned to his room to assimilate

*****

sect, within a golden palace, a white-robed man was sitting upon a throne. His eyes were closed, and he had his chin resting on his hand. If

his hair tied up with an elegant looking silver hairpin and had a short and well-groomed beard. With a serene aura surrounding him, he let out faint breaths. The breaths were silent, yet if one were to focus on them, one would realize that they were

they corresponded with the nomological laws of

elder. This black robed elder had faint gold etchings on the sleeves of his hand

robed elder was none other than Head elder