The advancement of Arts was like the aberration of the body: the higher the realm, the more obvious it became.
Ren Qing had just suppressed his appetite when a bone-piercing pain suddenly came from his abdomen, as if his Strange Stomach were churning seas and overturning rivers.
The blood throughout his body surged uncontrollably into the Strange Stomach. He had experienced a similar transformation when advancing to the Half-Corpse Realm.
Ren Qing's flesh gradually withered, yet his belly swelled as though he were ten months pregnant.
He completely lost his sense of the Strange Stomach and could only endure the pain while continuously visualizing the Taotie Method.
A droning, bizarre sound made the furniture in the room shake violently. A teacup fell to the floor and shattered into fragments.
No one in the Fire Refining Hall dared disturb Ren Qing.
Fortunately, the tremors vanished in an instant.
Not only had the Information Flow thoroughly removed the cost, it had also compressed the time needed for advancement. Otherwise, it would have taken at least several days and nights.
When the blood began flowing back, Ren Qing's body returned to normal, and the Strange Stomach shrank back down to the size of a fist.
He lay on the ground, gasping for breath, and somehow fell asleep.
By the time Ren Qing woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day. He only felt that the strength in his entire body had increased severalfold, while his bones and flesh had become even sturdier.
However, the Taotie Method did not primarily act upon the body, so the improvement to his physique was not obvious. Yet there was no doubt that the Art had undergone earth-shaking changes.
The Information Flow surged.
Ren Qing
Age: Seventeen
Lifespan: Thirty-nine years and twenty-five days
Arts: Taotie