Jiang Liu returned to the pit and found that after a day of dispersal, the black corrosive gas drifting out of it was clearly much thinner than yesterday.
Even so, the corrosiveness of the black gas dispersing now was still far stronger than that of the Nether River Essence.
After sitting down cross-legged and checking his condition once more, Jiang Liu immediately continued guiding the corrosive gas into his body to strengthen his meridians.
Although the process was unbearably painful, in the face of the temptation of becoming stronger—and considering what he had gained—everything else was insignificant.
At the very least, Jiang Liu could now feel that his meridians, repaired once again, were already far stronger than before.
Perhaps after strengthening them a few more times, he could bring the meridians in his body to the strength of the Third-Tier Divine Realm.
He would never forget that even the Nether Demon Lord, who had already reached the Third-Tier Divine Realm, had been unable to withstand the people of the God Realm, who were only in the Second-Order Divine Realm.
Thus, it was easy to imagine how important a Divine Body of the Third-Tier Divine Realm was to increasing one's combat power.
Jiang Liu stopped thinking about it and hurriedly began circulating the Saintly Sky Art.
Streaks of white light shone from within Jiang Liu's body.
Amid this grayish Primal Qi, he looked like a glowing sphere, dazzling to behold.
Yet Jiang Liu, who was right in the center of this glowing sphere, felt nothing amiss.
Even with the Shadowveil Robe covering his body, he could no longer conceal the leakage of the Saintly Sky Art's distinctive Primal Qi.
Outside Jiang Liu's body, the gray mist was quickly assimilated when it came into contact with the Saintly Sky Art's Primal Qi.