Half-Saint

The Training Room was spacious and silent, with hardly a sound to be heard.

Only several ancient candle stands floated in different corners of the room, giving off a soft, warm glow that barely outlined the surroundings and carved this space out from utter darkness.

Yet beneath this seemingly tranquil exterior, a breathtaking scene was unfolding within.

Xiao Ling sat cross-legged at the center of the room, his body utterly motionless, like a statue.

Inside him, however, a surging universe roiled. Vast and pure energy coursed and flowed without end.

That energy resembled countless unruly torrents, battering against the barriers of Xiao Ling's meridians.

But Fen Jue had already reached the Heavenly Tier. Guided by his will, it became like an invisible net, precisely and forcefully capturing and subduing each strand of energy.

They were forcibly drawn into specific locations within Xiao Ling's body, repeatedly washing through and tempering the extraordinary meridians and eight channels.

The energy accumulated within him was simply too immense. Each surge brought a faint swelling pain, yet Xiao Ling kept his eyes shut, his face devoid of joy or sorrow, betraying no emotion whatsoever.

He seemed able to hear the "roar" of energy rushing through his meridians and feel it being broken down and refined bit by bit, until it finally flowed into every limb and bone like trickling streams.

This was not a transformation that could be achieved overnight; it required prolonged accumulation.

Yet every refinement of energy and compression of Dou Qi made Xiao Ling's inner foundation more solid.

His aura grew ever more restrained, becoming tranquil and deeply contained, like a bottomless pool—calm on the surface, yet unfathomably deep beneath.

Step by step, he was drawing closer to the threshold of the next extreme realm, advancing until the day he completed his