"So that's how Blood Moving works."
He mobilized his Essence Blood to refine the Bone Script, drawing Divine Radiance from his blood. That radiance then nourished his body, seizing the fortune of heaven and earth to temper his mortal flesh, little by little, into something stronger.
It felt entirely different from the way he had manipulated Bone Script before.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
His Essence Blood boiled, actively refining the runes that had seeped into his body. Wisps of Divine Radiance emerged and flowed gently through his limbs and bones. His joints cracked all over, and the barrier that had held him back for days broke at last.
His strength surged.
One thousand jin, three thousand, five thousand—in the blink of an eye, it passed ten thousand.
Runes stirred around him, drawing vast amounts of essence from the forest. It gathered from every direction in threads of rosy light, entering through his breath and pores. Within three yards of him, the white mist had almost become solid.
Only after a long while did the surge subside.
He opened his eyes. Deep in them, a rune flashed and vanished. He clenched his fist and felt his Essence Blood racing through him, filling him with explosive strength. He was a different man from the day before.
"A little over ten thousand jin..."
He was about to stand when he abruptly froze.
On an ancient tree nearby, an ordinary Mountain Sparrow fluttered its wings, unwittingly stirring a faint trace of Bone Script within its body.
At this time yesterday, that Bone Script would have been no more than an obscure glimmer flashing past his eyes.
But now every detail of it lay bare before him. He could see how the runes arose, circulated, and faded, each stage flowing into the next. He could even