Cultivation science, alchemy science, rune science, magic circle science. All shared some communities but they were NOT to be understood to be the same, especially at the highest level.
Yoon Sun-young's anti-magic would have disrupted this delicate mass of Qi too. It was why he did not risk a battle with her. Dasha Pang's state was like a cracked bottle evolving into another material entirely. It was now or never.
The first hour, nay, the first day was agony.
Dasha Pang sat cross-legged in the chamber, his breath steady, his body still. Peace was necessary here. But within him, an internal war raged. The Qi inside his meridians was not yet tamed—it tore through his body like a raging current, wild, untethered, too vast for mortal hands to grasp. The Golden Pellet he sought to form could not be created in a single moment of inspiration. It required repetition, control, submission of the body to the demands of an entirely new existence.
