Ten thousand bolts of lightning converged on the lone peak. The young man was a wreck, his body covered in black, scabbed-over marks.
Charred strips of cloth hung from Liu Yunche, making him look as though he had been wrapped in a thick layer of black ash.
Rumble—
Qinglü, High Cultivator, did not call a halt. Pale bolts of lightning continued to strike Liu Yunche.
They tore open his scabbed wounds, which fresh blood then covered. The vitality within the Thunder Spirit Dew kept mending them.
Liu Yunche had long since gone numb. Every part of him hurt, and he no longer wanted to move. He sat on the ground, relying on instinct to maintain the breathing method of the Dragon-Imprisoning Stance.
Under this relentless tempering at the edge of life and death, his mastery of the stance surged at a terrifying pace.
The Dragon-Imprisoning Stance's Skin-Locking Method, which had remained at the Minor Accomplishment Realm, burst through its shackles like a flood and swept straight into the Great Accomplishment Realm!
And that was not all. The foundations of his stance were growing firmer and more refined before his eyes, with no sign of slowing.
As his mastery advanced toward perfection, warmth slowly returned to his numb, nearly exhausted body. Vigorous life stirred within him once more.
Lightning and vitality tempered his deathly still flesh, blood, tendons, and bones together. His meridians opened and relaxed, and every trace of sluggishness vanished.
In the next instant!
Low tremors sounded within Liu Yunche, as though some ancient ferocious beast had awakened from its slumber.
A deep rumble erupted from his organs and the depths of his limbs and bones. It wove into the faint, majestic roar of a dragon, heavy and domineering, echoing throughout the formation on the lone peak!
It was