After sweeping his Divine Sense through his chest and abdomen, Li Yan could not help letting out a soft "Eh?" Then he spread his Divine Sense throughout his entire body.
By his reckoning, the Fragmented Poison Body should have split into at least forty-odd pieces this time. Either it would separate toward both arms, or the divisions in his chest and abdomen would become denser.
Yet to his great surprise, although his Fragmented Poison Body had changed, it had only separated into thirty-one pieces in total. Thinking he had seen wrongly, Li Yan swept it again with his Divine Sense.
That was right—thirty-one pieces. Only one additional piece had separated out at his chest.
"How... how could there be no pattern at all..."
For a moment, Li Yan felt utterly at a loss. He simply could not grasp what result each advancement of the Fragmented Poison Body would bring.
When he had established his foundation last time, he had thought it would split into twenty-four pieces, but it had eventually become thirty.
This time, he had again estimated on the low side, yet the result far exceeded his expectations. Only one piece had separated out.
"Could it be that when I advance again next time, not even a single piece will split off?"
Li Yan pondered inwardly, but his hands did not slow. He drove his spiritual power, flicked his hand, and a burst of force shot from his body. The next moment, a cloud of pale white mist appeared before him.
Looking at the pale mist before him, Li Yan thought for a moment, then took a spirit-tool-grade wooden sword from his Storage Pouch and casually tossed it inside.
This wooden sword was the low-grade spirit tool that Falling Star Valley had issued to him back then. Afterward, battles