Chen Fan closed his eyes, using his Divine Sense to inspect everything within his body.
After cultivating the Burning Gold Scripture, his meridians and bones had long since become incomparably tough. The Chaos Qi also lay quietly within them. Though it could not harm him for the time being, as Bald Bird had said, should some fierce battle erupt one day and the Chaos Qi be shaken, it could very well take his life outright.
The only way was to make it his own. Then, disaster would become a blessing, and he would gain an immense stroke of fortune.
And if he wanted to temper this Chaos Qi into his natal Dharma Treasure, he could only rely on his powerful Divine Soul to forge it little by little—like hammering iron into a weapon, like grinding an iron pestle into a needle—polishing it bit by bit.
Boom!
Chen Fan condensed his Divine Soul into an iron hammer and smashed it against the mass of Chaos Qi. Yet it had no effect whatsoever; the Chaos Qi was not disturbed in the slightest.
But this was within Chen Fan's expectations. If he could shake it with a single blow, how could it be called the chaos from before Heaven-Opening and Earth-Splitting?
He continued focusing on one spot, hammering away slowly. Every strike carried a certain rhythm. He knew he could not rely on brute force, but needed to temper it with a steadfast, solid will. One day, he would be able to move it.
Two days later, Chen Fan opened his eyes. After pondering for several breaths, he closed them again.
He had still gained nothing over those two days, but that was nothing. According to Bald Bird, this was an exceedingly long-term task. It was very possible that he would achieve nothing