After having Zhang Muqing publicly telegraph Jin Gate about his return, Huo Yuanhong continued practicing the Dragon Roar Golden Bell Cover.
Inside the Martial Guild's Practice Room, the bluestone floor tiles gave off a faint chill.
Huo Yuanhong sank his waist into a horse stance. The muscles across his bare upper body knotted and coiled, displaying a streamlined, almost perfect sense of power.
His eyes were half-closed, his breaths long and deep. With every inhalation and exhalation, as his chest rose and fell, the air around him emitted a faint, low hum, as though a giant python were gliding through deep water.
Before him lay the secret manual of the Dragon Roar Golden Bell Cover, its ink strokes ancient and forceful, its pages meticulously depicting the circulation of human qi and blood, and diagrams of sinews and bones trembling.
This technique did not follow the usual path of traditional hard training, where one battered the body. Instead, it cleverly combined internal Gang Strength, the movement of qi and blood, and the subtle vibrations of sinews, bones, skin, and flesh, producing an exceptional effect in strengthening the body's endurance.
Under the minute control of the vast All Beings Fist Intent, Huo Yuanhong guided threads of Divine Strength within his body into the skin, membranes, major sinews, and cracks between the bones, slowly circulating them along routes described in the manual that differed completely from ordinary meridians.
These routes were tricky and obscure. Whenever they touched certain deeply hidden fascial nodes or tiny gaps in the bones, a pricking pain like needles piercing and ants gnawing arose, accompanied by a strange numb itch that seemed to come from the depths of his marrow.
Once he had grown accustomed to this state, Huo Yuanhong sped up the circulation of his Divine Strength.
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