He lowered his head to look at the largest stone in his hand and thought for a moment. Stones like these benefited the physical body.
He had just absorbed a small piece and could feel the muscle tissue beneath his skin warming slightly, as though something were nourishing it.
He crushed the stone, which was the size of a baby's head, in his hand. Pure energy surged from the shattered stone, and he channeled it into his body.
Warmth seeped from his skin into his muscles, from his muscles into his bones, and from his bones into his marrow.
It wasn't pain, but a feeling he couldn't quite describe—like parched earth finally receiving rain, every cell greedily drinking it in. He closed his eyes and felt the subtle changes within his body.
His cultivation had stirred. The door that hadn't budged in ten thousand years had finally opened a crack.
Chen Hao opened his eyes and looked at the remaining stones in his hand. His cultivation had stagnated for far too long. It wasn't that he hadn't worked hard enough; this world simply could no longer accommodate a higher realm.
He was like a whale trapped in shallow water. No matter how hard he struggled, he could never reach the deep sea.
But now, these stones, this power welling up from deep underground that was not spiritual energy, might help him open a new door.
He raised his head and looked into the darkness below. If he could find a method for cultivating his physical body, he might be able to venture deeper again. Then, perhaps he could discover what secrets lay hidden down there.
The Demon Race naturally cultivated their physical bodies. The Human Clan also had methods for doing so, but Chen Hao had spent very little time