Xu Yi was just about to speak when the blood and qi within him suddenly roiled again. His spirits lifted, and he swallowed another hundred-plus Origin Pills. The surging blood and qi nearly vaporized as it raced wildly through his body.
Xu Yi silently circulated the Hidden Scripture, directing the currents of qi to batter his acupoints.
The torrents of qi surged like a raging river rushing into the sea, unstoppable. In a single breath, they blasted open the last twenty-odd hidden apertures.
Uncontainable joy surged through Xu Yi. He threw back his head and let out a long howl, its thunderous sound echoing through the mountains.
At last, the blood and qi in his body gradually settled.
Having gone through two such bizarre experiences, Xu Yi had come to understand: the key wasn't the Origin Pills, but fighting until he was exhausted, his body depleted to the limit. Only then would the spirit spring take effect.
This stroke of fortune saved him several years of effort. Xu Yi no longer felt much resentment toward the White Eagle that had started it all.
Besides, at that moment, he had little inclination to think about the White Eagle. Almost all his attention was focused on the one hundred and eight hidden apertures.
He couldn't understand it. He had been told that once all one hundred and eight hidden apertures were opened, the acupoints would shine, the Qi Sea Realm would surge, and spiritual energy would temper his spiritual root again, fully stabilizing the newly opened hidden apertures and greatly strengthening his body's defenses.
Only then would he have truly entered Spiritual Root Layer Two.
Now, all one hundred and eight of his hidden apertures had been fully opened, yet no change had appeared.
Xu Yi pondered for a moment, then began