The strength of the soul was increasing—slowly, but the sensation was clear as day.
True Qi was also swelling violently, far beyond the gentle rise of before; it was as if even the tattoo on his chest couldn't restrain the surging power within, leaving a gaping opening for it to flood madly into Shen Hao's body.
It hurt a bit, because his meridians were expanding, forced open by the sudden surge of True Qi. This was very bizarre, for under such a violent wash of Qi, meridians should normally break apart completely. Yet now, each time they broke, they were mysteriously reconstructed, gradually able to contain the skyrocketing True Qi.
The feeling was also very mystical, like a metamorphosis overnight, making Shen Hao reluctant to pull away. It wasn't until daylight broke that he was forced to stop, gathering Qi and finishing the practice.
