The medicinal pill's power dissolved inside his body, and his boiling blood surged through his veins. The injuries within Lu Xiaotian's body healed at an astonishing rate. After comprehending the various profound meanings of the blood laws, all kinds of wounds he suffered now healed much faster than before.
The power of the Mahavairocana Purifying Spirit Brahma Formation was truly terrifying. To draw the Scorpion Demon into the formation, Lu Xiaotian had already suffered internal injuries from the shock, nearly bursting apart. Though he had successfully escaped disaster, the injuries had accumulated within him. Fortunately, he could now focus without distraction on tending to them.
As his cultivation as a member of the Dragon Race grew ever deeper, his scalding dragon blood nourished every part of his body. Now, with the aid of medicinal pills, injuries that once would have taken much longer to heal recovered in less than half the time. And as his cultivation as a member of the Dragon Race continued to improve, his wounds would heal faster and faster.
His injuries were neither slight nor especially severe. In another place, they might have caused some awkwardness, but inside this great formation, he could cultivate in peace.
Lu Xiaotian spent some effort continuing to harmonize the formation's power, but most of his focus remained on the power of his bloodline as a member of the Dragon Race.
When Lu Xiaotian had first formed his dragon soul, he had mainly fused twelve kinds of demon souls. This time, by a stroke of fortune, he had not only come into contact with the higher profundities of Mahavairocana's Formlessness, but also, as the formation's power violently battered his body and he nearly burst apart, his dragon body had instinctively protected him. In the process, the dragon blood within him awakened