The air rippled around the island as the Qi rushed into Alex from all directions.
The Qi in his dantian was ever so thicker, and now it was reaching the level where it was starting to turn solid even.
The Qi was starting to crystallize to form small flakes of crystal in his dantian that he had never seen before. But Alex still kept going, pulling more and more Qi from the surroundings to improve his cultivation base.
As he pushed, the points of crystallization helped the other Qi crystallize as well, forming a structure.
The structure soon found its way to the walls of the dantian, attaching to them. Those crystals soon touched each other, forming a complex web of crystals like a house filled with spiders next.
At the crystal pillars formed, there remained a massive gap in the dantian as most of the Qi had gone into developing those very pillars.
Alex had done it. He had formed the foundations of his cultivation base, which was the requirement for one entering the Saint Foundation realm.
Having formed the foundations, it could be said that Alex was in the Saint Foundation realm.
He could see the gaps in his dantian where he could store more Qi, but before he could see if that was possible, Alex lost himself to a dark world where his mind muddled and his thoughts ran astray.
He forgot what he was doing. He forgot where he was. Everything he remembered felt like mere information to him, rather than memories.
At the same time, a voice spoke to him, one that felt eerily like his own.
"How does it feel to be fatherless?" the voice asked.
Alex felt a sense of anxiety hit him when he heard that. His father… was his father dead? Didn't he deduce that he was gone to the South?
"That is just you lying to yourself. You know deep in your heart that no one that goes there stays there. He is dead."
Was that true? Was he lying to himself? He was lying to himself, wasn't he? But, there was still a chance his father was alive.
"Give up. He is dead. You are better off trying to find a way back to Pearl. But then… by the time you reach him, he will die too, ripped apart by the winds you left him in."
"No… that's not true," Alex finally spoke. But instead of confidence, his voice was filled with hesitation and denial.
"You know it is true. Your little White Tiger will die soon, and there will be nothing you can do about it."
"You are a weakling who always has to run away. You ran away from the Western Continent. You ran away from the Northern Continent. What will you do next? Run away from the Southern Continent too? Where will you go next? The Eastern Continent?"
"You are such a weakling that your little Vermilion bird left you the moment she could. She did not want to be associated with someone like you. Just wait, a few months later, she will bring back her family and force you to destroy your bond."
"Where will you go next when the Immortal Phoenixes come for you?"
"You lost your mother, then your aunt, the Pearl, and now your father. Hell, you lost everything you have ever owned too. Soon, you will lose the little birdie too. What will you have after that? Just that little mouse that's even more of a coward than you."
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