The fifteenth day of secluded cultivation.
Yi Yang sat cross-legged on the prayer mat, his hands resting before his knees.
Six empty porcelain bottles stood on the table, a few lingering traces of the True Pills' medicinal fragrance clinging to their mouths. The wooden box that had held the century-old black ginseng lay open, with only a few broken rootlets left inside.
The Late True Astral Monster Core had also been exhausted, reduced to a few pieces of gray residue.
For fifteen days, he had sat on the prayer mat in his room, wholly focused on cultivation.
Whether century-old black ginseng, Monster Core, or True Pills, every cultivation resource he could use had gone into his belly and been refined into fuel for his cultivation.
Had anyone else cultivated this way, the grass on their grave would already have grown half a foot high.
But Yi Yang was different.
His Martial Extreme Dragon Elephant Body strengthened his muscles and bones, his Five-Organ Internal Refining Force protected his organs, and his wood-nurturing astral force repaired the damage.
The three cultivation arts worked in rotation, forcibly converting the violent medicinal power into cultivation.
Now, the ginseng's remaining medicinal power circulated through his meridians.
The numbers on the panel began to change.
[Wood-Nurturing Longevity Art · Late True Astral Realm: 4970000/5000000] [Wood-Nurturing Longevity Art · Late True Astral Realm: 4980000/5000000] [Wood-Nurturing Longevity Art · Late True Astral Realm: 4990000/5000000]
Yi Yang softened his breathing.
The last portion of medicinal power sank into his qi sea.
[Wood-Nurturing Longevity Art · Late True Astral Realm: 5000000/5000000]
Hum!
The wooden table in the room shook.
The empty porcelain bottles rolled together, striking the edge of the wooden box.
Three inches from Yi Yang's body, jade-green astral energy surged. The currents billowed his