Thinking that, he took out the mysterious bead and began his first closed-door cultivation.
Time slipped away; days in the mountains flew by. In a blink, two years had passed. In these two years, aside from cultivating and practicing the Gravitational Art, Wang Lin never felt bored.
Two years—yet counting the dream-realm, he had in fact secluded himself for nearly thirteen.
He had a deep feel for how dense the qi was here. It still couldn’t match spiritual spring water, but every time he breathed in and out in the real world, the density was clearly several times that of the outside.
From the second layer onward, progress in Qi Condensation slowed. Six years (dream-time) in, he hit his limit; when he sensed no further increase in qi, he attempted a breakthrough and, after several tries
