Mysterious energy set off from the chest acupoint, transporting through the limbs and bones, the spiritual intent surged like a tide.
All pores of Meng Chuan's body spewed forth intense red radiance, like lava flowing, with strands of refined red mist circulating internally.
Wherever it passed, muscles and bones roiled like dragons.
It indeed resembled the cultivation of the Brahma Sky Confinement, but the difficulty clearly surpassed by eighteen layers.
From Meng Chuan's grimacing expression, one could discern it somewhat...
Master Meng's physique was extraordinary, it had been a long time since horizontal training had caused such suffering...
A full two hours passed, Meng Chuan sat on the ground, feeling utterly exhausted.
He reached into the mirror on his chest, fumbling around, and pulled out something nourishing to gorge on.
Meng Chuan yearned:
"If only I could have a bowl of ginseng broth now!"
He thought of returning to the Yang Family as a master again...
