Qi.
The lifeblood of all cultivation.
It tempered the flesh, awakened the spirit, and forged the path toward immortality. Without a strong foundation of Qi, even the most gifted cultivator would remain shackled to mediocrity.
For Travis Momoa, that foundation was no longer a goal. It was a battlefield.
Within the quiet depths of his tent, Travis sat shirtless, his chiseled body gleaming with sweat as torrents of spiritual energy surged and spiraled within his meridians. Each breath drew in threads of natural Qi from the surrounding world, spinning them into a furious storm within his Dantian.
He had reached the threshold of the Core Formation Realm—the realm where a cultivator compressed and condensed their Qi into a core, forming a new spiritual nucleus from which their power would bloom.
But this wasn't a normal breakthrough.
