Life force coursed through Adam's meridians all the way to his clenched fists. The sensation of purity was incredible as if he had taken down an invisible dam muzzling a river's flow. And what a flow! The gas had turned liquid, thick like mercury, and humming in sync with the surrounding space so much that he grinned from ear to ear.
But he knew it would become even better. The nascent soul realm was his first step into the ranks of elites, and he wouldn't stop until he stood unrivalled at the pinnacle. Mastery, however, would require more time—much more time.
A staggering eighty-seven stars formed the Heavenly Market Enclosure, for example. 'Condensing them is much harder now that my qi is liquid.' He sighed. 'How hard will it become after it turns solid?' Somehow, he felt glad not to know.
But time waited for no one, and his was worth gold—literally. After all, he hadn't pushed his other projects aside.
