The Spirit Realm, Southern Domain.
The Li Family had lived at the foot of Cyan Sheep Mountain for generations, watching over three hundred acres of Spirit Fields by Luoyue Lake. They had been here for two hundred years.
At the first light of dawn, while the mist at the foot of the mountain had yet to disperse, Li Conglong rose from his bed. He pushed open the wooden door of his thatched hut and gazed at the hazy silhouette of the mountains in the distance, letting out a soft sigh.
'The Spiritual Qi has thinned by another thirty percent.'
He closed his eyes and sensed his surroundings for a moment. He could feel the spiritual apertures all over his body desperately trying to draw in energy, yet they only managed to absorb a faint, almost nonexistent wisp of purifying qi.
Cyan Sheep Mountain was no great spiritual mountain range. The Spiritual Energy from its earth veins was thin, barely enough to support a Cultivator's practice.
