In an instant, Meng Chuan sensed his body constantly expanding. If not for the Three Flowers of flesh, blood, and bone operating to bolster him, granting his body near-limitless deformation, he would have been blown apart by this wisp of airflow!
His body continued to swell as the airflow rampaged through every corner within him.
From the outside, patches of flesh membrane across his skin bulged high from the impacts, only to cave deeply inward once the airflow left that area.
Had it been anyone else, they would already have been "split open, belly and guts spilling out."
Yet it was him. He was still stubbornly enduring as he digested it.
"Black Tortoise fortune cannot be fully attained even when one begs for it. It must be released..."
Even a single thread of the fortune of a tenth-rank legendary lifeform was not something a "mortal" could entirely digest. How much one absorbed depended on one's means, but when it was time to let go, one had to let go.
But...
Meng Chuan remained calm. After pondering for several seconds, he began practicing one Horizontal Training technique after another, forcibly retaining the fortune within his body and refining it through cultivation.
"Let's be greedy one more time!"
Time slipped away. No one knew how long had passed.
Meng Chuan was astonished to discover that while this airflow persisted, his body seemed to have no limits.
The exhaustion restrictions on his acupoints had been lifted. He trained again and again, yet even Rainbow Light Body Refinement had not been triggered.
Beneath his skin, the disordered, superfluous flesh battered by the airflow gently opened and closed like breathing. Nourished by an unknown energy, like fresh shoots drenched by spring rain, it regrew and fused together.
As the airflow carrying Black Tortoise fortune circulated