In his Dantian, however, a brazier burned. All his Blood Essence gathered there, compressing bit by bit, as though countless flames were being pressed into a fist-sized sun that radiated tremendous heat!
"Cinnabar Embrace!"
Tang Changsheng was not the only one to recognize what they were seeing. Everyone else did too, their faces showing every shade of envy and jealousy.
This was the mark of entering the Dao through martial arts, a summit practitioners could reach only after overcoming countless hardships.
Reaching this stage in martial arts was almost equivalent to taking the first step in cultivation. Barring a grievous injury, his Blood Essence might not begin to decline until he was around a hundred years old.
For a martial artist, this was virtually the highest goal of cultivation!
Hong Yun, who also practiced martial arts, had especially mixed feelings. In terms of skill, he was even more accomplished than Master Chen.
Unfortunately, he was already past fifty. His Blood Essence had waned, and he no longer had any chance of forming a cinnabar core!
"Thank you for your help, Master Tang. It's only because of you that I've had the chance to form a core in this lifetime. Words cannot repay such a great kindness. If you ever need anything, just say the word. Be it a Mountain of blades or a sea of fire, I'll obey!"
Having achieved Cinnabar Embrace, Master Chen dropped to the ground in a deep bow and spoke from the heart.
Tang Changsheng smiled faintly. "Get up. There's no need to thank me. If you hadn't honed your skills to such a degree, I couldn't have helped you!"
Like many martial arts masters, Master Chen had refined his skills to the point of perfection. He had lacked only one final step to break through