Summer passed, and autumn came.
The leaves in the mountains began to yellow, and some had already turned red, looking like clusters of burning flames from afar. The stream was much cooler than in summer, but it was not yet cold enough to freeze.
Loa counted up the time.
He had been out here for a year.
He had traveled six or seven thousand kilometers-it sounded like a lot, but it was not really far for the Magical Beast Mountain Range, which spanned north to south. Compared with the prescribed itinerary, he was actually moving very slowly. Mostly, he was in no hurry and kept stopping along the way.
His progress in cultivating the Cervical Domain was mediocre. That really was not something a human could train.
Even after practicing for some time, Loa could still only cultivate it for half an hour each day, no more.
That aching pain pierced straight into his soul, and even he could not withstand it for long. Once half an hour was up, he had to stop. Not a second more.
So his cultivation focus shifted back to his Battle-qi realm.
Before a hundred-meter-high waterfall.
The water roared like thunder, making his eardrums tingle. White torrents poured down from above and crashed into the deep pool below, sending mist billowing everywhere.
Wearing only a pair of trousers, Loa sat directly beneath the waterfall.
The tremendous force pressed down on his head, as though someone were striking him again and again with an iron hammer. But Loa remained perfectly still, his eyes closed, letting that force wash over him repeatedly.
The long river of Battle-qi within him circulated slowly with his breathing.
Liquefied Battle-qi flowed through his meridians, undergoing a tiny change with every cycle. Its quantity slowly increased, and its quality improved