After packing his luggage, Lin Yi sat cross-legged on the bed again. He took out a Vermilion Fruit from his robes.
He did not hesitate for long before taking a bite. The instant the juice entered his mouth, a scorching, searing force surged down his throat and into his abdomen, far more violent than the heat he had felt when eating the Blood Essence Fruit.
Lin Yi quickly calmed his mind and activated the Great Wilderness Art, swallowing the rest of the Vermilion Fruit in one go.
He refined all the energy gushing from the Vermilion Fruit and fused it into his blood-qi. He could clearly feel his blood-qi slowly strengthening.
The growth of his blood-qi was indeed slow. After all, with the strength of his current blood-qi, every additional increment required an enormous amount of energy.
Time trickled by, drop by drop.
With his eyes closed, Lin Yi felt his strength rise by a small notch every so often.
The Realm Compendium stated it clearly: the Dragonlike Blood-Qi Realm had no absolute upper limit to its strength.
The so-called one hundred thousand jin was merely the minimum threshold for entering this realm.
Everyone had different physiques and foundations, and thus could reach different heights within the Dragonlike Realm.
Some reached one hundred thousand jin and hit their ceiling, unable to advance even an inch. Others could keep piling on strength, stacking it to over one hundred thousand jin, perhaps even higher, until they reached the limits of their bodies.
Lin Yi still could not sense where his own limit lay. The Vermilion Fruit's power was far from exhausted, while the Great Wilderness Art circulated ever more smoothly.
When he opened his eyes again, grayish-white dawn had already spread beyond the window.
An entire night had passed.
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