One day later.
Inside the desolate low Dead Volcano.
The Red-Robed Daoist sat cross-legged, eyes gently closed, breathing long and steady.
A vast amount of Heaven and Earth Qi swirled around him, continuously pouring into his body.
The thick Spirit Qi infused, forming windswept vortexes that caused the sleeves of his robe to flutter.
"The concentration of fire-attribute Spirit Qi here is simply unimaginable!"
As the practice concluded, Luo Chen's mind cleared, increasingly aware of the wondrous cultivation environment of this place, feeling it was the strongest he had ever encountered!
Even though the small volcano currently chosen, the Spirit Qi concentration was just about Third-Order Lower Grade, the absorption and refinement efficiency compared favorably with the Star Dou Hall painstakingly built with arrays in Eight Hundred Li Penghu!
What caused such a marvel was obviously the significant disparity in the density of Spirit Qi present in nature.
