Thus, a month slipped quietly by, and Song Changsheng finally completed eight body temperings. He only needed to complete the last one for his physique to be fully tempered.
This time, the number of spiritual herbs reached eighty-one, and the Dragon Blood Orchid he had traded from Shangguan Jian finally came into use.
As the Dragon Blood Orchid was dropped into the bronze tripod, the originally dark-green medicinal liquid was immediately dyed a bloodlike crimson.
This time, he did not add Spirit Spring Water.
After soaking himself within it, Song Changsheng immediately learned what it meant for ten thousand ants to devour one's heart, what it meant to ache beyond the desire to live!
The scarlet medicinal liquid was like wriggling "maggots," burrowing through the pores on his skin and into his body. After entering his muscles, it transformed into an extremely corrosive liquid, eroding his steel-like muscle fibers until they snapped inch by inch, only to continuously reassemble afterward.
With every reassembly, the strength of his muscle fibers increased by a large chunk, until they were comparable to First-Tier magic artifacts!
That single hour felt like years. Song Changsheng nearly fainted several times, but he endured every time through sheer willpower.
Once all the medicinal liquid had entered his body, Song Changsheng could no longer hold on. His eyes rolled back, and he passed out, utterly unconscious.
When he woke again, he did not know how many days and nights had passed.
"It really feels like I died once. There truly aren't many people who could endure strengthening their physique in this way." Song Changsheng still felt lingering fear. The pain of that final session had nearly equaled the combined agony of the previous eight, and even his soul had almost collapsed.
He took out a dagger and chopped