Xiang Yang naturally had no idea that someone had evaded his spiritual senses to track him. Ever since he had comprehended Blood Dripping Strength that day, he had hidden himself deep in the mountains and trained bitterly.
With heaven as his blanket and earth as his mat, he ate wild beasts when hungry and drank mountain spring water when thirsty. He improved every day, focusing mainly on Blood Dripping Strength and the Ice Heart Technique, supplementing them with qi cultivation to replenish his depletion.
Over two months, Xiang Yang's practical killing power had not increased by much, but his understanding of realms and knowledge of himself had reached an unprecedented level. More importantly, after relentless cultivation and impact, a crack had already appeared in the Upper Dantian at the center of his brow.
The Upper Dantian differed from the middle and lower dantians. Other than for a handful of monstrous geniuses, it was generally sealed shut, as though wrapped in a thick layer of protection. It was both a restriction and a safeguard.
The Innate path Xiang Yang walked was to open the Upper Dantian, otherwise known as the Niwan Palace. Once the Niwan Palace opened and spiritual power gathered, opening the Mysterious Passageway would follow as naturally as water flowing into a channel. This was how one achieved Innate cultivation in this world.
Yet the process was exceedingly dangerous. The Niwan Palace involved the mysteries of the human spirit; the slightest carelessness could mean death and the dissipation of one's Dao. Of course, one might also become half-mad and half-crazed, like Shi Tang, the former gang leader of the Giant Shark Gang.
Having cultivated Blood Dripping Strength, Xiang Yang chiseled at his Upper Dantian every day. Meanwhile, the cool qi cultivated through the Ice Heart Technique flowed continuously into