[Pure-Yang Blood Astral Force: 99.9%...100%]
Three months passed in the blink of an eye...
His blood and qi became pure yang, and his blood qi formed astral force!
At this moment, Su Bo was like an enormous furnace. His blood qi was fuelwood, burning fiercely as threads upon threads of Pure-Yang Blood Astral Force continuously emerged.
His blood qi, viscous as lead and mercury, surged endlessly through his body, producing bursts of tiger roars, leopard cries, and thunderous rumbling.
The blood qi condensed into Pure-Yang Blood Astral Force flowed backward and reversed, pouring into Su Bo's flesh, skin, sinews, bones, and organs, just as when one broke through the Three Gates of the Fleshly Body Realm...
Tempering, tempering, tempering...
The dense, condensed Pure-Yang Blood Astral Force tempered his physique and strengthened the power of his blood qi.
"He broke through, huh~"
Qiuniu Yage, Suanni Cangjin, and Fuxi Mo Ci, the three brothers, squatted on the ground, their expressions complicated as they watched Su Bo break through.
Three months. A full three months. They had practically gone numb.
Yes, that was right. The pure-yang qi on the supreme platform was pure and condensed, and not violent in the slightest. Its negative effects had been reduced almost to the limit.
With the physiques and blood qi of their Human-Dragon Race, swallowing it, absorbing it, and refining it were no great problems.
But he had to rest, didn't he?
Refining pure-yang qi was extremely taxing on the mind.
Even when the few of them cultivated, they could at most train for ten days or half a month before they had to stop, restore their minds, and tend to their bodies.
Martial cultivation required pressing forward with valiant vigor, but one also had to know that excess was as bad as deficiency.