For Wang Yue, who was fully immersed in seclusion, the so-called three-day deadline passed in the blink of an eye.
Inside the Essence Chamber of the True Disciple residence, dense vital essence had condensed into visible white mist. Wang Yue sat cross-legged at the heart of the formation, gathering the final strand of Profound Edge Killing Strength—Wind Cloud Strength—at utmost speed.
Over these three days, he had not wasted a single second. Even his meals had been brought to him.
At this moment, the Wind Cloud Strength in his dantian finally reached completion. Carrying the heavy, oppressive force of black clouds pressing upon a city on the verge of collapse, it entwined with the other six strands of strength.
Seven Kill Strength was piercingly cold, Whirlwind Edge Strength penetrated and twisted, the rising sun was vast and scorching, Life Seizing Strength hid sinister cruelty, Heavenly Star Strength flickered with dim light, Mountain Piercing Strength was incomparably heavy, and Wind Cloud Strength carried a gloomy momentum. The instant the seven strands touched, they began layering, compressing, and squeezing against one another.
"Urgh!"
The agonizing pain of torn meridians surged through him in an instant. Wang Yue's face flushed blood-red, veins bulged at his temples, and it felt as though countless little snakes were writhing madly inside his body.
His flesh and bones were repeatedly tempered by the collisions of strength. Every inch of his body endured the torment of being torn apart and reforged.
Yet at that very moment, the Nine Revolutions Dragon Transformation Force formed by his Vital Essence Body also began to stir. Seemingly provoked by the pressure of the seven strands, it surged forth from the depths of his dantian on its own.
It tried to devour every strand of strength around it other than the Seven Profound