Chapter 104 - 92: Qi Condensation and Divine Tempering Method, [Spirit Strike]

Chapter 104: Chapter 92: Qi Condensation and Divine Tempering Method, [Spirit Strike]

Immediately, Zhang Ji felt his entire Spirit swell up and then suddenly contract.

His Spirit was undergoing a transformation. The spiritual particles gained a near-tangible mass, becoming purer.

A memory surfaced in his mind.

He had practiced the True Qi Nourishing Spirit Skill to its peak, his Spirit hitting a plateau. He then chose to further purify his primal qi, compressing it with his Spirit. He used this purer primal qi to nourish and temper his Spirit, and under this process, his Spirit gradually transformed.

As his Spirit improved, the purified primal qi became even purer, creating a virtuous cycle.

After an unknown amount of time, his Spirit underwent a complete qualitative change, allowing him to step into a new Domain.

Zhang Ji’s eyes were closed, but he could still perceive everything within a radius of over a hundred meters.

It was clearer than seeing with his eyes. It was no longer just simple lines and waves; they formed a complete landscape. Moreover, Zhang Ji didn’t just see the surface forms of things—he could penetrate their exteriors and peer inside.

His Spirit was all-pervasive, effortlessly penetrating the very earth beneath him.

He could clearly see the activities of the creatures underground.

With a mere thought, the abdomen of an ant crawling more than three meters underground burst open.

Zhang Ji’s powerful Spirit had pierced its body and torn it apart from the inside.

For any being whose Spiritual Power was too weak to form a defense, or whose physical matter was not dense enough to block his Spirit, he could easily send his spiritual particles into their body and effortlessly take their life.

Beyond that, there were many other new changes.

With another slight thought, Zhang Ji gathered his spiritual particles. A device inside the Gathering Light Tower was lifted by his Spiritual Power, hovering slightly in the air.

This thing weighed over 1,400 pounds, and Zhang Ji felt his Spirit still had some power to spare.

Using his Spirit alone for telekinesis, he should be able to lift a maximum of around 1,650 pounds.

However, accelerating it and maintaining a continuous grip would be somewhat difficult.

Putting the object down, Zhang Ji found a thumb-sized stone. With a turn of his thoughts, the stone began to rotate around him, emitting a sound as it broke the air. The spiritual particles easily accelerated it past the speed of sound. Zhang Ji couldn’t tell exactly how many times faster, but he was certain it was well over Mach 3.

Wrapped by the spiritual particles, the stone itself, despite being accelerated to such a speed, was not damaged by air friction.

The next moment, Zhang Ji released his hold on it.

CRACK! THWACK!

A sonic boom and a Mach ring appeared simultaneously, and the air friction even produced a faint red glow.

The stone struck a massive tree that would take two people to encircle, gouging a hole in it before shattering into pieces.

The stone wasn’t made of very sturdy material. Although Zhang Ji had thrown it in a special way, it couldn’t withstand the reactive forces.

He would have been better off throwing a steel ball.

And it was far weaker than a direct attack formed by gathering spiritual particles.

’What if I use it on my primal qi?’

Zhang Ji raised his hand. Blue primal qi gathered in his palm, constantly compressing until it formed a thumb-sized bead. Then, using his Spirit, he threw it into the air.

BOOM!

Once freed from the compression of his Spirit, the primal qi instantly detonated. A shockwave spread out, the blast ringing in his ears.

Zhang Ji’s eyes narrowed. That was only one-tenth of his primal qi compressed, but it felt like he’d just thrown a high-explosive bomb.

And that was far from his limit; he could compress at least seventy percent of his primal qi and throw it.

’If that were to explode, wouldn’t it be like a missile?’

And it seemed there were other ways to play with this, too.

For example, compressing a dragon-shaped wave of primal qi to enhance its piercing power.

And also...

Zhang Ji stood his ground, recalling all his spiritual particles into his body to envelop his cells.

His Control was not yet precise enough to work at a microscopic level; it was still a bit crude, but he could just about manage to cover his entire body.

In this state, his Spiritual Power and physical body combined, and the conduction of energy and force became a single, unified system.

This was the foundation for achieving "Spiritualization." As long as he could completely merge his Spirit and cells into one, he could fully enter the state of Spiritualization. Every single cell particle in his body would possess its own Spiritual Consciousness, allowing him to easily integrate all the power in his body and unleash it all at once without harming himself.

Zhang Ji clenched his fist, and a blue light from his primal qi shone.

He planned to use his Dragon Fist with all his might in this state to see if he could achieve a "Spirit Strike."

The very instant Zhang Ji decided to exert his strength, the power within his body was channeled through his Spirit and the organs generated by the Spirit Crane Stance.

There was no delay from charging up, no feeling of sluggishness. His entire body was connected as one, and all his power erupted from his right fist in an instant.

BOOM!

BANG!

As his fist shot out, the air exploded. The shockwave followed the swing of his right fist, rushing into the distance and carving a terrifying scar of destruction several hundred meters long across the earth.

Meanwhile, Zhang Ji himself was thrown backward by the immense reactive force, launched from the Gathering Light Tower into the air.

While in the air, Zhang Ji condensed his spiritual particles. They formed wing-like shapes that clung to his body and churned the air. At the same time, using the wind-controlling resonant frequency he learned from the Wind God Kick of the Divine Wind Sect, he manipulated the air currents and stabilized his body.

It was impossible to fly by simply using spiritual particles to lift himself—that would be like trying to pick himself up, with no point of leverage. However, spiritual particles had no fixed form and could be combined into special shapes to churn the air and achieve flight.

The Concentration Sect might be an unpopular school, but once a member reached B-class, their qualitatively changed Spiritual Power could accomplish many things other schools couldn’t.

High in the sky, Zhang Ji hovered. He could fly now.

Although his speed was a bit slow, it was a first step. Later, if he found a related Concentration Sect flying combat skill, or after he practiced his Wind God Kick enough to master a few more of its essences, he should be able to soar freely through the heavens.

At that moment, Zhang Ji rose higher, his gaze sweeping over the scar his punch had created.

The shockwave from his punch had traveled at least six or seven hundred meters. Its power had fanned out as it went, and in the last few dozen meters, its width had expanded to cover a range of over a hundred meters, pulverizing the surface soil and rocks.

Even Zhang Ji’s Divine Dragon Wave at full power might not have been able to cause such destruction.

And that was just the damage from the shockwave.

In that instant, he had undoubtedly achieved a "Spirit Strike."

If that punch, which integrated all the power of his body, were to actually hit a target, likely no B-class martial artist in the world could withstand it—except, perhaps, for those two future Saint Kings.

However, it seemed he could only use it once in a short period at his current stage.

Zhang Ji’s spiritual particles scanned his body, and he discovered damage in many places. His muscles were also slightly torn.

The moment he threw the punch, the reactive force had shattered the structure his spiritual particles had formed around his cells. His physical body had to absorb the remaining force.

For now, it was a trump card he couldn’t fully control.

Once he synthesized the advanced crystal for the Iron Body Skill, his body should be able to use it without injury.

Still, he couldn’t maintain a constant state of Spiritualization; he could only gather his Spirit to unleash a Spirit Strike.

Furthermore, after using it, his Spirit would be automatically dispersed by the reactive force. He would need to wait a while for it to recoalesce before he could use it again, which meant it had a fairly long cooldown for him.

His Spirit still couldn’t enter a more microscopic realm, unable to fully integrate with his cells and become a single entity.

If he could reach that level, it would be more than just Spiritualization.

He might even be able to do what Tran does: use his Spirit to directly fuse matter through specific methods, turning a random handful of dirt into something terrifyingly powerful.

So, the unpopularity of the Concentration Sect didn’t mean it was weak—it was just comparatively more difficult to master.

Once one reached the B-class, they could use their qualitatively changed spiritual particles to develop an incredible variety of attack methods.