Had Wen Xingtian known, he would certainly have warned him beforehand: compressing True Essence generally meant reducing it by a third, or at most half, which was already the human body's limit. Compressing it any further would subject the person to ten times the previous pain, and would be even more perilous than dancing on the tips of knives!
Once control was lost, the Origin Qi in the Dantian would reverse, and the body would explode, killing the person without any chance of survival-and destroying their soul as well, beyond all hope of redemption!
That was just how dangerous it was!
Unfortunately, Zuo Xiaoduo knew absolutely nothing about it. He had no understanding, no idea.
All he knew was that the smaller the volume to which he compressed his Dantian's True Essence, the purer it would become. He had only compressed it to a third so far, and it still looked far from solidly packed. How could he surpass Nian Nian Cat like this?
Since there was still room, he had to keep going!
Well, the one-third Wen Xingtian meant was different from Zuo Xiaoduo's one-third!
Wen Xingtian meant reducing it by a third, whereas Zuo Xiaoduo meant reducing it to a third!
In other words, he had actually already exceeded Wen Xingtian's supposed safety threshold of one-half.
But how could Zuo Xiaoduo have known that threshold?
And so he redoubled his efforts and continued compressing his True Essence, forcing it down regardless of anything else!-
"Awooooo~~~~~"
Zuo Xiaoduo trembled all over, his eyes wide and his eyeballs bulging right out of their sockets. He threw his head back and howled, "It hurts like hell... awoo, awoo, awoo, awoo..."
Even as he howled and screamed, he kept compressing!
"Compress! Keep going! Aaaah! Awoo, awoo, awoo!"
Zuo Xiaoduo roared wildly.
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