Who knew how much time had passed.
When the flesh-and-blood essence of Hai Pig and the great demon Ghost Python had been crushed and devoured by the four Brahma apertures, and the last trace of medicinal potency remaining from the Sea-Soul Dragon-Origin Pill had been drawn deep into his sea of qi by his blood nascent soul, Qing Chen, who had been sitting motionless as a stone statue, suddenly opened his eyes.
At that instant, the entire inner sect Primordial Magnetism Hall seemed to dim.
Blood-red light and silver radiance flashed in his eyes, suppressing all the dark gold magnetic radiance around him in a single instant.
The next moment, the bones throughout his body began cracking in succession.
"Crack, crack!"
The sounds were fine and closely spaced at first, then grew deeper and fuller, like a true dragon that had lain dormant beneath the earth for centuries slowly stretching its limbs.
Every inch of bone, every meridian, and every aperture was washed through by mighty true essence at that moment.
Qing Chen abruptly rose.
Struck by the true essence naturally spilling from his body, the surrounding primordial magnetism mist retreated several dozen feet, forming a ring of aura around him.
He lowered his head to look at his palm and closed his fingers.
A tiny vortex had barely formed in his palm before it could no longer withstand that power and burst with a bang, becoming a visible ring of air that swept outward and slammed heavily against the distant hall wall.
"Thud!"
The dull echo lingered in the hall for a long time.
The corners of Qing Chen's lips lifted slightly. Nascent soul middle stage peak.
He had finally cultivated the eleventh layer of the Brahma Demon-Refining Art to its utmost limit.
He looked inward at his