Time passed like a white steed flashing past a crack in the wall. In the blink of an eye, another month had gone by.
Morning light slipped through the gaps in the wooden window lattice, cutting pale golden bands across the flagstone floor.
The mountain mist had yet to disperse. Distant hills and nearby trees lay beneath a thin veil of blue-gray, like an ink painting that had not yet dried.
Chen Yuan came out of the Three-Body Stance. Blood and qi surged ceaselessly through his limbs and bones, and the copper sheen on his skin had deepened further compared to several months ago.
Rather than immediately begin another round of stance training, he took the white porcelain medicine bottle from his robes, poured out a Bone-Strengthening Pill, and studied it in his palm for a moment.
The pill was dark brown, its surface rough, its medicinal fragrance unchanged.
This would be the last Bone-Strengthening Pill he took.
After today, his journey through the Bone Realm would have reached its end.
He placed the pill in his mouth. Its medicinal power dissolved at the root of his tongue, and a slightly bitter stream of heat flowed down his throat.
Closing his eyes and steadying his breath, he ground his feet against the floor and settled into the Rock-Solid Stance Technique once more.
He held this stance for nearly two hours.
The Bone-Strengthening Pill's medicinal power mingled with his blood and qi, washing through his bones again and again. At first, it was a trickling stream; gradually, it swelled into a river.
After achieving perfected elephant bone, his bones had already been tempered far beyond those of an ordinary martial artist at great completion of the Bone Realm. Now, under the combined polishing of medicinal power and blood and qi, the