In the courtyard.
The blazing sun hung high overhead at noon.
After repeated tests, Jiang Ning had thoroughly understood the power of his transformed internal breath.
It not only possessed the ability to condense without dispersing and travel more than a hundred and thirty zhang in a single burst.
A single thread of internal breath also now carried dozens of times the effect it had before.
This was an extraordinarily exaggerated qualitative transformation.
"It truly is the difference between heaven and earth!"
A look of emotion appeared on his face.
Then he slightly closed his eyes and looked inward at his dantian.
At this moment, the state of the internal breath within his dantian was also completely different from before.
Previously, it had been gaseous, like smoke or mist. Now, it had evolved into liquid internal breath.
The originally vast and boundless internal breath had now transformed into a pool of liquid the size of a spring-fed pond.
When internal breath liquefied, it was called true essence.
"Two jiazi, more than a hundred and twenty years of cultivation combined, and after transforming, it amounts to only a pond's worth. No wonder martial artists cannot sustain explosive bursts of true essence for long!"
Looking at the true essence in his dantian, which was only the size of an ordinary pond, Jiang Ning secretly shook his head.
At the same time, he saw that the water level in the pond-sized reservoir within his dantian had already dropped by twenty percent.
This meant that merely testing it just now had consumed twenty percent of the true essence in his body.
"This is far too unsustainable!!"
Jiang Ning slowly opened his eyes, then shook his head slightly.
After witnessing the rate at which true essence was consumed, he understood even more clearly.
Why martial