Veins bulged on Situ Xuan's forehead, and fine beads of sweat kept seeping out, but the expression on his face did not change at all. Only his tightly pressed lips showed just what kind of torment he was enduring.
He could clearly feel that under the repeated scouring and tempering of these two powerful inner arts, his meridians seemed to have widened slightly and become even tougher. More importantly, he faintly sensed that his Martial Soul—his main body—seemed to be undergoing some subtle change.
It was not a change in form, but a throbbing that came from deep within the source of his life. It was as if something dormant was slowly awakening under the stimulation of these two extreme powers.
An unprecedented hidden power seemed to be stirred awake bit by bit, merging into his blood, Soul Power, and even his spirit.
This change was very vague and difficult to grasp, but with his keen perception, Situ Xuan was certain it was developing in a good direction.
His Martial Soul, "main body," did not seem to be merely a simple enhancement of his body. Deep within it, there were still mysteries even he had never explored.
"Whew—"
A mouthful of turbid air tinged with a faintly sweet, metallic scent was slowly exhaled. Situ Xuan opened his eyes, and a sharp glint flashed through them before vanishing.
Sensing the Soul Power in his body that had clearly grown by a level, as well as that deeper, mysterious connection with his Martial Soul, he knew that this risky attempt had been the right one.
As for when this change would fully manifest, and what specific effects it would bring, he was in no hurry to know.
On the path of cultivation, the best way was to take one step at a