Soon, another month had passed.
Inside the Cave Mansion, Lü Yang sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, a mass of White Qi roiling violently in his palm. After a long while, he gently tossed it outward.
BOOM!
Following the loud noise, the White Qi rapidly expanded and reformed into a human shape, revealing a face identical to Lü Yang's. However, the Qi trace it emitted was completely different.
This was because the Qi trace from Lü Yang's true body was as ethereal as an Immortal's, possessing the Dao-like charm unique to true Cultivators and their Superior Qi. In contrast, the Lü Yang formed from White Qi radiated a monstrous Blood Qi. Every move seemed to carry the weight of a thousand pounds, and his handsome, square-jawed face held an air of natural authority.
"Not bad, not bad at all!"
Lü Yang nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the Primal Qi Avatar he had painstakingly spent a month refining. "I never expected Martial Arts to have such a use..."
