Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 811 - 809: Profound Truth of Water, Gathering Qi to

Chapter 811: Chapter 809: Profound Truth of Water, Gathering Qi to Form Water_1

A mont later, she summoned the Primordial Orb from her Golden Core and, with a flicker of thought, entered into it.

The space within the Primordial Orb was vast and boundless, filled with undeveloped mountains and wild ridges that exuded a primal, chaotic energy.

Flying through the air with Sword Control, she could see no signs of life anywhere.

The landscape was desolate; the endless expanse of yellow earth cracked inch by inch under the erosion of wind and sand.

“Master, once you’ve mastered the laws of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, you’ll be able to create a new world within the Orb,” Shibao transmitted to Lin Qingluo’s ears with clarity.

The laws of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, huh?

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Lin Qingluo flew through the sandstorm with her Sword Flight, silently reciting the Profound Principle of Wind.

Her slender jade fingers twirled in the wind, causing a miniature tornado to form. Like a mischievous child, it playfully danced around her fingertips, spiraling and circling.

“Hoo.”

She opened her mouth and lightly blew out a breath; the miniature tornado grew rapidly as it followed her exhale towards the sky.

In an instant, it transford into a vast, surging whirlwind.

Wherever the whirlwind passed, sand and dust filled the air, stones flew, and darkness enveloped the surroundings, making it impossible to see even one’s own fingers.

“Master, congratulations.”

As if possessed of a Heavenly Eye, Shibao clearly sensed the power of the whirlwind.

The little stele spirit was genuinely ecstatic for her Master: “You’ve basically got a grasp of the Profound Truth of Wind now, Master. Next, you can try cultivating the Profound Truth of Water.”

“But there’s no water in the Primordial Orb. How am I supposed to cultivate the Profound Truth of Water?”

Lin Qingluo gracefully landed, put away her Flying Sword, and furrowed her brow in thought.

Shibao tily cleared up her confusion: “The chaos energy within the Primordial Orb is the most ancient and primitive energy from when the world first began. It contains an abundance of various elental spiritual powers. Master, you can follow the Profound Principle of Water and separate the water-elent spiritual power from the chaos energy, and then you’ll be able to gather energy into water.”

“Gather energy into water?”

Lin Qingluo felt dazed for a mont upon hearing the unfathomable explanation.

After a brief mont, she collected herself, sat down cross-legged on the spot, closed her eyes, dispelled distracting thoughts, and silently recited the Profound Principle of Water, gradually entering a state of ntal unity.

In the vast Sea of Consciousness, a spirit body identical to her own appearance slowly opened its eyes, capturing a small green light spinning around its form.

With a gentle wave of her slender hand, a soft spiritual power wrapped around the small light, returning it to the palm of her hand.

Is this the separated water-elent spiritual power particle?

She frowned as she gazed at the crystal-clear, transparent little light in her palm that emitted a faint green glow and was the size of a soybean. Ripples stirred in her usually calm heart.

Continuing to recite the Profound Principle of Water, her mind grew clearer, and the number of water-elent spiritual power particles surrounding her spirit body increased.

Soft spiritual power rolled back countless small lights, gradually pooling in the palm of her hand and taking shape.

Success!

Her eyes snapped open, staring at the small, clear, bean-sized water droplet that had appeared in her palm. Her eyes burned with surprise and excitent.

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In the early morning, the brilliant glow of dawn illuminated the horizon.

The young n got up early, donned the clothing of Nanxun Kingdom, grood themselves, and started organizing their belongings thodically.

Lin Qingluo also dressed up as a young man, with her hair piled high, wearing neat and smart blue attire, a sword hanging from her waist. With a spirited deanor, she pushed open the door of her room, descended the stairs, and arrived at the first floor hall.