The dark red pillar of light did not pierce the Heavenly Prison's thick dome. Instead, the formation barrier, accumulated over who knew how many years, forcibly pressed it back down.
The power surged backward, crashing down like a waterfall.
The entire Block C, Room Shen prison shook violently with it, dust showering down as though an earth dragon were turning over.
Inside the Duty Room, the Blood Mist had grown so thick that one could not see a hand before one's face. Fang Mo sat upright at its center, his figure indistinct, with only his eyes shining frighteningly bright-his left eye pitch-black as an abyss, his right bone-white.
The network of meridians inside his body had now become extraordinarily complex.
The original hundred and eight main meridians surged endlessly like mighty rivers, while the newly opened Hidden Meridians resembled countless tiny tributaries, densely covering his entire body and connecting his viscera, limbs, and every bone into a single whole without a single blind spot.
If anyone could look inside Fang Mo's body, they would discover that it hardly resembled human anatomy at all, but rather an exceedingly intricate star chart.
Every Acupoint shone like a twinkling star.
Three hundred and sixty-five Acupoints, three hundred and sixty-five Hidden Meridians.
Perfected Circulation, complete perfection.
"Whew-"
Fang Mo opened his mouth and exhaled a stream of Turbid Qi. Grayish-black, it shot like a sharp arrow straight through the thick blue-brick wall ahead, leaving a finger-thick hole with traces of corrosion lingering around its edges.
The Blood Mist instantly drew inward, sucked back into his body like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.
Fang Mo slowly stood up.
He did not look much different from before. Even his oppressive Sha Qi had withdrawn considerably. Without a close look, one would only take him