Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
At noon, Clinic No. 13 of Hanging Pot Medical Hall.
"Senior Brother Shen, aren't you eating lunch?"
Feng Hao had just brought back the food, but Shen Han hurried out as though something urgent had come up.
After winding through several turns, Shen Han slipped into a secluded corner.
Because he could already sense that his breakthrough was imminent!
Inside the bronze mirror, his duplicate was drenched in sweat, steam rising from his skin as it continuously cultivated the Ancient Sun Technique with blazing intensity.
Bang!
A faint sound came from within his body.
The next moment, his long-silent meridians suddenly roared, and the blood qi lying dormant throughout his body instantly boiled.
"This is the feeling!"
Shen Han hurriedly sat cross-legged, adjusted his breathing, and savored that incomparable thrill.
The true qi condensed by the Ancient Sun Technique had already reached the pinnacle of perfection.
Within his body, vast spiritual power surged like a rushing flood, shattering its shackles and coursing through his limbs and bones. In an instant, it flooded every inch of flesh, skin, and sinew.
At the same time, the force qi within his dantian was repeatedly tempered and kneaded.
Numb soreness, swelling pain, and searing heat intertwined and spread. His old, weak muscles and sinews were ground apart and cast aside, while the newly formed tendons grew ever tougher and more formidable, their resilience and strength soaring by leaps and bounds.
"I broke through!"
Shen Han roared inwardly.
In that instant, his blood and qi coursed through his body like a roaming dragon. His limbs felt light yet heavy with force, his mind clear and lucid, his body utterly transformed. The barrier had been completely shattered, and every gesture he made carried immense power far beyond