"It looked like I would have to find more spirit plants and medicinal herbs in the future to refine cultivation pills. I also had to find a way to reclaim the heart stolen by the Lord of the Sinful Path. If my heart returned, it could at least make up for some of the flaws in my physical body."
"Now that so much time has passed, it is time to go out and gather information, while also finding a way to truly eliminate that mysterious Venerable Lord."
"Hmm... Before that, I still need to prepare some life-saving measures. Relying solely on divine sense is not a solution. Under the Quenching God Art, divine sense grows extremely slowly, and once it is overused, it will leave indelible damage on the body."
After pondering for a while longer, Su Shi'er quickly came up with an idea.
Two sharp gleams flashed through his eyes. Using both hands and feet, he began assuming one strange posture after another and performing a succession of different movements.
There were not many movements in all, merely eight times eight—sixty-four forms.
After just one round, Su Shi'er sensed a thread of indescribable inner force, as fine as a hair, appearing within his meridians.
After sixty-four rounds, the inner force in his meridians had piled sand into a tower, forming no small measure of power.
The forces intertwined like a roaming dragon, surging through his meridians alongside his true essence, circulating through the heavenly cycle and beginning to grow endlessly on their own.
Only after sensing the changes within his body did Su Shi'er stop moving.
"What an Eight Divisions Heavenly Dragon Force. No wonder they say one move takes a hundred years to obtain!"
"Never mind whether unleashing a move consumes a hundred years of cultivation foundation—simply cultivating