Another half month flew by. Li Dao sat cross-legged inside the Extreme Yang Cave, not a trace of divine power flowing from his body.
Divine marks manifested on his skin, absorbing extreme yang power and lending his physique an unrivaled sense of pressure.
A Dao scroll slowly unfurled beneath him, but a vast expanse of crimson and white now occupied what had originally been the Yin-Yang Dao Scroll.
During this month of tempering the Heart Sword, his understanding of extreme yang had deepened by the day and had now reached considerable heights.
With every breath, extreme yang power circulated through his mouth and nose, overwhelmingly domineering.
Meanwhile, within his inner world, the Heart Sword hung high, the divine patterns branded upon it flickering with extraordinary power.
Merely hanging there, it gave off an aura that made the heart tremble.
The cracks on the Heart Sword had already healed. In their place were streaks of wondrous Dao patterns.
Boom-
The massive hammer formed from extreme yang power struck it heavily, only sending up a shower of golden sparks.
Li Dao could already feel that his primordial spirit had reached a limit. The barrier to reforging his true self stood before him; a light poke was all it would take to break through.
But he did not do so. Instead, he continued suppressing it, intending to further temper the Heart Sword with the extreme cold power of the Mystic Ice Abyss and unleash his body's potential to the utmost.
Once he sensed that extreme yang power could do little more to temper his physique and primordial spirit, he slowly rose from the Extreme Yang Pool.
He walked toward the shore, step by step. The Sun God Marks manifested on his body gradually dimmed and slowly merged back into him.
When he reached