Every breath he took was like the pumping of a bellows, emitting a deep, rumbling thunder.
The vital energy surging within him even caused the walls of the meditation chamber to resonate faintly.
The difficulty of opening Acupoints was increasing exponentially.
That incinerating pain had long since become his most common companion.
He had grown completely numb to it, or perhaps, it would be more accurate to say he had completely transcended the pain.
His will was like bedrock encased in ten-thousand-year-old ice, driven by a single, lingering obsession—
The next one!
「The third year. The final three months.」
In a corner of the meditation chamber, only five Special-Grade Spiritual Energy Potions, one last packet of restorative bath soak, and a single Mental Power recovery Potion remained.
Qin Feng's eyes were sunken, but they blazed with a terrifying light, as if two suns were burning within them.
He picked up the fifth-to-last Potion and drained it in a single gulp.
