The Art of Opening Tendons and Stripping Bones

In that strange place, time seemed to have stopped flowing. Shen Luo had no idea how long this round of cultivation had taken. He only knew that he had successfully mastered the first twelve levels of the Pure Yang Sword Art.

By the time he completed the twelfth level, his Twelve Standard Meridians and Eight Extraordinary Meridians had all widened twofold, and the Magic Power within them had nearly tripled.

Now a conspicuous stream of white energy coursed through his Magic Meridians, patrolling them like a king surveying his realm.

Suddenly, Shen Luo's eyes snapped open, a sharp light flashing within them. He raised the arm hanging before him, formed a hand seal with two fingers, and jabbed at the empty air ahead.

The white current of Magic Power inside him seemed to receive an order. It raced through his Magic Meridians, surged down his arm to his fingertips, and shot out.

The instant it left his body, the white current took the shape of a hazy sword of light. It flashed against the Golden Pagoda's doors with a muffled thud.

The Golden Pagoda shuddered, but its doors suffered no damage. Instead, the sword qi was knocked back.

Shen Luo showed no disappointment. With a casual beckon, he gathered the white current again and drew it back to circle his palm.

It was none other than the wisp of refined Pure Yang Sword Qi he had spent so much effort nurturing.

Its power alone might not have been impressive, but paired with the Pure Yang Sword Embryo, it could unleash truly formidable force. And only with this wisp of Pure Yang Sword Qi could Shen Luo attempt to cultivate the Great Dissection Technique.

During his cultivation, Shen Luo had realized something else. Practicing the Great Dissection Technique would not only