In the courtyard.
Jiang Dao opened the panel, his eyes flickering.
As early as the night before last, he had already finished adding points to the entire panel.
He had modified the Primordial Sacred Skill twice in succession, directly bringing it to two hundred years later.
The Primordial Sacred Skill two hundred years later had gained another new function.
Supreme Saint True Qi!
The so-called Supreme Saint True Qi was terrifying true qi formed when the inner energy within one's body had been condensed to the absolute extreme.
Only a single thread of Supreme Saint True Qi could be extracted for every two hundred years of cultivation!
Every strand of Supreme Saint True Qi was supremely hard and supremely yang, incomparably terrifying, with destructive power beyond imagination.
There was only a single thread condensed within his body now, as fine as a hair, almost impossible to detect.
Yet even so, the power of this thread of true qi far surpassed the inner energy of the Life Nurturing Art after four hundred and twenty years.
However, after modifying the Primordial Sacred Skill to two hundred years later, a new problem soon emerged again.
His meridian capacity had reached its limit.
If inner energy was water, then the meridians were undoubtedly the bottles that held it.
A person's meridians were limited; they could not contain an infinite amount.
Thus, the two-hundred-year Primordial Sacred Skill combined with the four-hundred-and-twenty-year Life Nurturing Art inner energy had directly filled his meridians to the brim. They could no longer grow further.
This meant that no matter how he modified his internal arts from now on, he would not gain even a trace more inner energy.
This discovery made Jiang Dao furrow his brows, his heart heavy and stifled.
"Is this what it means to be mortal?