A month later.
At the Dragon-Tiger Camp.
Late at night.
Candlelight flickered inside Lu Chen's room.
Lu Chen sat cross-legged on his bed, circulating the Heavenly Silkworm Tendon-Transmutation Art with all his strength.
He had reached the crucial moment of his breakthrough.
A month of arduous cultivation, countless surges of qi and blood, countless cycles of tearing and restoring his meridians.
He was about to undergo the first transformation of the Heavenly Silkworm Tendon-Transmutation Art.
The Heavenly Silkworm Tendon-Transmutation Art took its inspiration from the Heavenly Silkworm Nine Transformations.
A heavenly silkworm shed its skin nine times in its life. With every transformation, it discarded its old body and nurtured a new life.
This meridian-opening method was built on that very principle.
It did not merely expand the meridians.
Instead, it put them through one rebirth after another, ultimately turning decay into wonder.
It gave the human body's naturally fragile meridians a foundation capable of bearing greater power.
At that moment.
The qi and blood inside Lu Chen surged like a raging river.
They scoured the meridians throughout his body again and again.
Lu Chen's body trembled uncontrollably.
It felt as though a roaring fire was constantly devouring his meridians.
Agonizing pain radiated from every limb and bone.
Yet Lu Chen did not waver in the slightest.
This pain was merely a necessary part of martial transformation. He had long since grown accustomed to it.
An unknown amount of time passed.
Suddenly.
A faint sound came from within Lu Chen's body.
It was as though some shackle had snapped.
The next instant.
The meridians throughout his body thickened, becoming like dragon sinews.
His qi and blood circulated faster, and his strength flowed more swiftly.
Lu Chen slowly opened his eyes.
At that moment.
He could clearly feel that his body