One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. Even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques. However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed...
After the true qi changed into a cyclone in his dantian, it continuously revolved, tickling him. After each rotation, both the quality and the quantity of the true qi in his dantian would increase.
Additionally, the qi and blood energy in his five apertures was endlessly pouring into his dantian as well, changing into true qi.
Unlike qi and blood, which was illusory, true qi was a material entity. The cultivator could directly perceive its existence through the senses, and if Shuhang were to stretch out his hand and feel his abdomen, he would feel the vibration caused by the rotating true qi.