Please read author note at end.
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Lin Mu opened his eyes and found himself in front of the ethereal altar within the mysterious ring.
The last thing he remembered was the stream of liquid spirit qi filling into his dantian and his total stores reaching about one thousand eight hundred drops of liquid spirit qi. He knew that he had refined a lot of drops of liquid spirit qi but had never expected that it had reached such a large amount.
This was completely incomprehensible to him, and he did not know how he had even done this. When he was looking at the stream of liquid spirit qi before it looked much smaller to him, being only eighty times bigger than a normal drop in size.
But when that very stream had been added to his dantian, it turned out to be three hundred drops in total instead. This had instantly pushed him through the bottleneck between the late stage and peak stage of the qi refining realm.
