A whole day passed until Dasha Pang's Qi simmered.
Following an advancement in Cultivation, it was necessary to meditate to stabilize and help the body adjust. Combat was one kind of meditation, as long as it was not life-risking. This was another. A calm, cool day of controlling the flow of Qi in his meridians. Feeling and testing the new quality and quantity.
He opened his eyes. His sixth sense reached out. He did not feel the goddess of judgement.
The power of divinity was truly great. Far too great for Dasha Pang to currently handle. Perhaps he had been a bit arrogant in attempting to come here so soon. His left eye twitched. The whole day, he had been running Internal Healing and Tu Na Breathing to purify the poisonous Qi in the atmosphere.
'Correction to previous theory: an ordinary fighter would die after two days, not three.'
