Splash!
In an instant, Xia Ping's body shuddered. As those drops of Yellow Springs Holy Water fell into his body, they immediately seeped into his limbs and bones.
"This!"
A glint flashed in his eyes. The Yellow Springs Holy Water radiated an incomparable power of purification, as though it could expel every stain and impurity in this world.
To be honest, after tempering his physique for so many years, he had thought there could not be much impurity left within him.
Yet when the Yellow Springs Holy Water dripped onto his body, he discovered that he had been wrong—terribly wrong. This Yellow Springs Holy Water could truly penetrate a person's essence, seep into the marrow, and reach everywhere without exception.
As the Yellow Springs Holy Water permeated every corner of his body, Xia Ping sensed black impurities deep within him, like sludge, being expelled through all one hundred and eight thousand pores.
Some of these impurities were old injuries left behind by battle; some were hidden wounds from cultivating divine abilities, or scars accumulated through exhaustion.
These scars were so minute that even divine sense could not detect them, as though they existed within fragments of his genes.
Naturally, such injuries were nothing to his powerful physique and would not affect him in battle. But if he wished to advance to the supreme realm, his body had to remain in a flawless state, possessing the most perfect foundation in martial arts.
If even the slightest scar remained, then at a critical moment, those tiny injuries might cause all his efforts to go down the drain. Many Saints had failed to value this point, only to find themselves unable to take another step in the later stages of cultivation.
As such injuries piled up bit by bit, they formed what was