The medicinal power of the Aromatic Silk Beauty fermented inside the Iron Rod for a full seven days.
During those seven days, Li Long did not leave the Icefire Yin-Yang Well.
He sat cross-legged at the boundary between the Ice-Fire Springs, his hands pressed against either side of the Iron Rod, maintaining an almost motionless posture. Each day, he only rose briefly to eat and drink; the rest of his time was spent guiding the medicinal power as it circulated and seeped through the Iron Rod.
Qian Yaoting stood guard around the perimeter, while Qian Shengyuan came by once each day. After confirming that there were no issues with the progress, he returned to the Papal Palace to handle affairs.
At dusk on the seventh day, the change finally came.
Li Long closed his eyes and sensed the energy within the Iron Rod continuously rising. It had reached a critical point.
Under the catalysis of the Aromatic Silk Beauty's medicinal power, the Queen Medusa's spirit body was breaking through the gap between serpent and dragon in its bloodline.
He could sense its form changing. Its original serpentine phantom gradually lengthened and expanded, its outline becoming heavier and more majestic. The fine dark-gold mesh pattern of its scales transformed into a more orderly structure of large armored scales, with a faint golden glow appearing along the edge of every scale.
Then, an entirely new force erupted from within the Iron Rod, surging through Li Long's arms and into his body before rushing through his meridians into his dantian.
That force was gentle, yet immensely vast, like a compressed torrent of heat that had finally found an outlet.
It broke through bottleneck after bottleneck within him, rushing through his meridians and shattering the barriers layer by layer before finally stabilizing deep within