As he spoke, Chen Ping immediately took out the carving knife that resembled cyan crystal, unable to wait any longer.
"Press it against your forehead. Focus your mind and calm yourself. Leave everything to me."
"All right."
Chen Ping agreed and held the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife upright against the spot between his brows.
When the carving knife touched his skin, the first thing he felt was a warm, gentle aura.
Immediately afterward, a trace of a peculiar aura emerged from his Sea of Consciousness, surged out through the ancestral aperture between his brows, and poured into the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife pressed against it.
In an instant, the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife blazed with cyan light, and a surge of exuberant vitality, concentrated to the extreme, flooded into Chen Ping's body through the space between his brows.
An unprecedented feeling of comfort spread throughout his body. Chen Ping felt as though every last tiny part of him was moaning in bliss, greedily absorbing the rich vitality emanating from the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife.
He seemed to see everything inside his body, and all of it had now turned cyan, brimming with the aura of life.
His meridians became more elastic, his internal organs grew tougher along with them, and his bones hardened. His entire body seemed to be undergoing a qualitative transformation.
Simply put, Chen Ping's body could take more punishment than before. Yep.
The change was most noticeable in his meridians, though they had not been directly widened.
But their constantly increasing toughness left Chen Ping absolutely certain that his meridians could withstand the impact of even greater quantities of Soul Power.
Cyan light continuously washed over his entire body, and wisps of barely perceptible impurities began rapidly seeping out through his pores.
Clearly, there was little medicinal residue left inside him