Rise and Fall flowed in cycles. Dragon shadows danced, and specks of light circled Chen Cuo like stars, slowly gathering around him.
But in the next instant, the shadows of the two Divine Dragons parted and hovered in the air.
"Mm. It seems a moment's insight hasn't gone to your head." Tingyi nodded. Watching the few points of light sink into Chen Cuo, she clicked her tongue in wonder. "It's barely been any time, yet you've found this many Dao Marks. If you can link them together, they might even form a cultivation method for refining a Path."
At that moment, Chen Cuo drew a sharp breath.
The shadows of the two Divine Dragons turned into Purple-Black Qi, which he swallowed in a single gulp.
Then firelight seemed to flow beneath the skin of his chest and belly, shedding a faint glow.
A fierce wind rose around him and swirled through the room.
Through the haze, the Multi-Handed Bronze Man's figure seemed to emerge across Chen Cuo's body, making his flesh shine like a Golden Body.
"Hmm?"
Tingyi narrowed her eyes at the sight and muttered, "What Breathing Technique is this? It faintly resembles the circulation of a Golden Body, but that method was among the very finest in rank and quality. It vanished from the world long ago..."
A moment later, though, she decided she knew why.
"It must have something to do with Chen Fangqing's true identity Beyond the Mundane."
As she pondered, the wind died away. Chen Cuo opened his eyes, and streams of light flashed through them.
He looked at the young woman before him and asked, "By your account, to establish a Path, I must keep refining my Dao Marks. I've only condensed eight so far. My accumulation is still insufficient, so how could I