The scene before Shi Yan changed. It was as though he had stepped out of a rain of flower petals and into a blood-red world.
Despite its color, the world brought him no discomfort. Instead, it was incredibly warm.
It felt like being held in an embrace, so comfortable that he did not want to leave.
But he did not lose himself in it. The benefit Meng Wushuang had promised had yet to appear.
He steadied his mind, extended his Spiritual Power as far as it would go, and watched for any sign of movement.
After an unknown length of time, he spotted the outline of a figure. It gradually grew clearer.
The figure was practicing punches. Every strike erupted with force, as though power had burst from the depths of an endless abyss, intent on destroying the stars across the heavens.
"This is..."
Shi Yan froze. He knew that fist technique all too well. It was the Demon Abyss Instant Burst Fist!
And the figure practicing it was Shi Yan himself!
More importantly, watching the figure felt like throwing the punches himself. Yet the figure seemed to have an unfair advantage, displaying an extraordinary understanding of the technique.
As Shi Yan sensed it, the Demon Abyss Instant Burst Fist had gone beyond Perfected Level proficiency. It had developed several new expressions of its power and grown far more versatile. Fists, palms, feet, even the entire body could unleash its explosive force.
He could sense it evolving, too. With every punch, the technique grew more refined, advancing toward a higher level!
"Is it evolving my Martial Arts?"
Shi Yan figured this must be the benefit Meng Wushuang had mentioned.
It was like an Epiphany, the kind of opportunity one could only hope to stumble upon.
As he thought this, another