Zhao Feng harbored one lingering concern: the aftereffects of using limit-breaking techniques.
Aside from Archery, whether it was Yang Extreme Break, Thunderclap One-Saber Slash, or Thousandfold Shatter, all of them drained enormous amounts of cultivation power. Whether fueled by true qi, true essence, or the true origin he would possess in the future, these limit-breaking techniques drew out his power, compressed it to its utmost limit, and unleashed it to injure his enemies. Naturally, their might would increase as his cultivation power advanced.
Thousandfold Shatter in particular left virtually not a drop of power in his body after use. Using it while surrounded by enemies or caught amid a chaotic army, for instance, would be extremely dangerous. That was when the importance of the physical body became clear. At such a moment, the only solution was to be like Luo Xiong, whose body itself was a weapon, capable of fighting his way out of an encirclement with simple moves alone.
He swallowed a Solid Foundation Pill to ensure that his stamina and primordial energy would not be depleted too severely.
Then he closed his eyes and entered meditation, his aura settling into the stillness of a deep abyss. First, he separated the two colors of yin and yang true essence from his primordial true essence. Then, with a low shout, he set the Tai Chi Golden Body Art into motion. His yin-yang true essence responded, slowly circulating along a prescribed route, every inch of its movement carrying the tremendous body-forging force of astral force.
Gradually, Zhao Feng's clothes began to stir without wind, their hems slowly lifting.
Within his body, two currents, one yin and one yang, wound around each other like twin dragons. They slowly ascended the conception vessel, passing through the chest center and celestial pivot acupoints. Their