As Zhong Ming cultivated, his physical body, like fine steel tempered a thousand times in fire, grew increasingly pure and resilient.
At the same time, his acupoints opened one by one. This not only increased the amount of the Flame of the Sun he could store, but the countless acupoints, scattered like stars, also connected to form a network, allowing a powerful Divine Technique to gestate within his body.
WHOOSH... WHOOSH...
BOOM!
A scorching heat emanated from Zhong Ming's breath. In time with his breathing, the cells within his body greedily devoured energy, strengthening themselves.
While Zhong Ming cultivated, time slowly slipped by.
Soon, one day passed. Then a second, a third, a fourth...
In the wake of Zhong Ming's seclusion, Qinghe Commandery Mansion had gradually grown quiet over the past few days.
Of course—with more and more sects arriving at the Qinghe Commandery Mansion, complete peace was essentially impossible.
