The next day, Fang Han was calm and unhurried, cultivating just as he always did.
After a full day of cultivation, the bottleneck became increasingly fragile.
Finally.
CRACK—!
An extremely faint, crisp sound, one that seemed to originate from the depths of his soul, erupted without warning.
The resilient barrier that had held him back for a day finally crumbled under the impact of his accumulated power, shattering piece by piece.
BOOM—!
With the obstruction gone, his long-pent-up, immense qi and blood erupted like a primordial flood bursting through a dam. It let out a roar far mightier than his breakthrough to Refining Tendons as it instantly surged through his limbs and torso, rushing madly toward the two hundred and six bones of his body!
CRACK! POP! CRACK! POP!
A series of pops, as rapid as frying beans yet deeper and more resonant, exploded continuously from deep within Fang Han's bones.
