Shen Luo sat down cross-legged. After steadying himself, he continued circulating his cultivation technique to refine the Wind-Thunder Immortal Jujube in his stomach.
Wind-thunder spiritual power emerged from his body once more, gradually spreading outward.
Every inch of muscle, every meridian, and every bone in his body greedily absorbed the jujube's spiritual power. His bones in particular gulped down the wind-thunder spiritual power as though drinking from a river, growing somewhat thicker and increasingly crystalline, giving off an indestructible feeling.
Shen Luo clenched his teeth, a hint of pain appearing on his face.
The Wind-Thunder Immortal Jujube's effects were somewhat similar to the Thunder Bone Pill he had taken before, but the vital essence it contained was far stronger. Less than a tenth of the jujube in his stomach had melted away, yet even his currently powerful body was struggling to bear it. Still, he could naturally endure this much pain.
He took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and circulated the Huangting Scripture.
The wind-thunder spiritual power flowing through his body was immediately absorbed even faster. The Huangting Scripture, which had stagnated for a long while, began advancing again, and much faster than when he had taken the Thunder Bone Pill.
Shen Luo was overjoyed. The Wind-Thunder Immortal Jujube really could accelerate his cultivation of the Huangting Scripture!
More than half a day later, Shen Luo suddenly gave a soft cry and opened his eyes, raising a hand to touch the two ribs along his spine.
At some unknown time, two rows of golden-green spiritual patterns had appeared on those ribs. They resembled raging winds, yet carried traces of lightning's essence, looking exceptionally mysterious.
"Where did these spiritual patterns come from?"
Puzzled, he continued refining the immortal jujube while spreading out his Divine Sense to inspect his body carefully.