With every breath he took, Song Changsheng felt all the muscles in his body engage. Spiritual Qi from the air seeped into him through his pores, merging with his muscles and tempering his physical body.
His muscles slowly grew stronger. Turning his focus inward, he saw his spleen was also emitting a faint, earthy-yellow glow. It seemed... a little heavier.
'This Body Forging Method of the Earth Dragon Race really is simple and convenient. As long as I'm used to this breathing pattern, I'm essentially forging my body at all times, even while I sleep.'
Song Changsheng marveled inwardly. 'This has to be the most comfortable cultivation method in existence. No wonder the Earth Dragon Race spends most of its time sleeping.'
Then again, it made sense. 'With the Earth Dragon Race's natural talent, it would be a global catastrophe if they ran around all the time instead of sleeping.'
