Healing Wounds

Gu Sheng sat cross-legged, shrouded in a faint golden glow, true qi rising and falling around him.

Suddenly, his tightly shut eyes flew open, and two tangible golden rays shot from his pupils, carving dazzling trails through the dim hall.

Boom—

Solid waves of true qi formed a visible vortex centered on Gu Sheng. Violent qi tore through the air with piercing detonations, and ancient runes on the hall's four walls lit up one after another, barely withstanding the force.

"Black Tortoise Realm, seventh level—success!"

Gu Sheng shouted, unable to conceal his excitement.

He formed a hand seal, and the raging vortex of true qi, as if guided by an invisible hand, slowly withdrew into his body. With every strand of qi that returned, his aura became more solid.

Three months of arduous cultivation had finally borne fruit.

During the first two and a half months, he had exhausted himself refining the three drops of the Venerable's vital blood, forcibly pushing his cultivation from the fifth level of the Black Tortoise Realm to the peak of the sixth.

Over the remaining half month, he stabilized his realm while comprehending the Imperial Sect's secret art, the "Myriad Dao Returning to One Art." Today, when he broke through, not only had the secret art taken initial form, but his cultivation had naturally advanced to the seventh level as well.

"So this is the power of the Myriad Dao Returning to One Art."

Gu Sheng muttered, the golden light in his eyes gradually fading.

He raised his right hand, spread his fingers, then slowly clenched them. In an instant, the invisible protective astral qi around him abruptly condensed, forming an almost transparent qi sword above his palm.

The sword was three feet and three inches long, crystal clear from end to end, yet