Yang Jing wasn't discouraged. He continued to practice the stances of the Mountain-Breaking Seal, over and over.
He could faintly feel the active Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi in the air constantly bombarding the pores on his skin.
Gradually, threads of a black, filthy substance seeped out from his pores, clinging to the surface of his skin and emitting a faint, acrid stench.
There wasn't much of the filth, just a thin layer. After all, he had already cultivated the Indestructible True Skill to the Huajin Realm and undergone a Washing Marrow, so his body already contained far fewer impurities than other Martial Artists at the same level.
After the filth was expelled, Yang Jing felt a sense of comfort wash over his entire body, as if something had been stripped away from within. His limbs felt a little lighter.
