Time to cultivate.
He'd become addicted to it. Not in a bad way—more like how athletes get addicted to training(Do they, I am not sure). The feeling of getting stronger every single day was incredible. Mind and body improving with each breath cycle. Growing beyond human limits bit by bit.
He closed his eyes and started the breathing technique.
Inhale. Oxygen flooded his lungs along with microscopic particles of exotic energy mixed in the air. The technique separated them out.
Hold. The exotic energy circulated through his bloodstream. Flowing to every cell. Strengthening molecular bonds.
Exhale. Dark impurities expelled through his pores. Less than before—his body was getting cleaner.
But he wasn't just doing it consciously anymore. Over the past two weeks, he'd mastered unconscious cultivation. His body ran the breathing pattern automatically now, even when he wasn't thinking about it. Like breathing itself—happening constantly in the background.
