It really worked!
For a mont, Zhao Changhe even had a bizarre thought... If he cut off certain things and let them regenerate, could they also grow three to five tis thicker?
He quickly dismissed this strange idea, having just cut his arm, which had certainly not thickened.
The aning of remaking the ridians was rely that the old, inadequate ridians did not match his current cultivation. Remaking them was like lting down old weapons and recasting them in today’s new molds so they would match his current physical state.
He utilized the massive life energy of this place; not a bit could be wasted, otherwise, it might not be enough.
Co to think of it, his younger brother had long been unmatched in the world—was a change necessary? It was superfluous.
Zhao Changhe gasped for breath, feeling a sort of joy from experiencing his entirely new ridians. Although the pain was excruciating, the psychological joy was sothing outsiders couldn’t comprehend.
Perhaps many people felt Zhao Changhe was already trendously formidable, improving faster than anyone else. It seed that slightly deficient ridians didn’t matter at all and didn’t impact his power.
Only very few could understand how long this issue had troubled Zhao Changhe since he had fallen into this world, almost turning into a nightmare for him.
Were it not for his inadequate ridians... Originally endowed with the miracle Six Harmonies Divine Skill, he could have fundantally cultivated from it quickly and with many special effects, alongside legacies like Sword Emperor Inheritance or Tang Family Swordsmanship, or even personal lessons from Xia Longyuan, making him both cool and strong without repercussions.
Why then did he struggle with the Blood Evil Skill, which matched nearly no senior expert’s opportunity he encountered, with all sorts of cultivation thresholds, requiring this dicine and that, hard to find, and had to endure the painful backlash from Evil Qi from ti to ti. Were it not for another opportunity, it would actually have been impossible to advance to his current state with Blood Evil Skill, as seen in the Sect Hierarch.
Even when opportunities arose, he was still mocked by the Dragon Sparrow like a ntal deficient.
And ti and again, at monts of breakthrough, from the Mystical Gate phase up to now, it was often because his Inner Strength lagged and held him up.
Fortunately, in the Xuanwu Secret Realm, the modification effect of the True Martial Sword Stone slightly alleviated this issue, allowing him to progress from Mystical Gate Eighth and Ninth Layer to Secret Treasure unimpeded. For a long ti, even Zhao Changhe himself didn’t care much about this issue anymore, as Blood Evil Skill had already beco deeply rooted as his major cultivation; he didn’t want to change it now.
It wasn’t long before he faced the sa issue. Yue Hongling’s experience clearly pointed out, without resolving the ridian issues, internal and external incongruity would occur—aning the past issues that hindered his progress surfaced again, becoming the primary problem that needed urgent resolution.
If he didn’t thoroughly resolve this ridian issue now, heaven knows how many more troubles would arise.
Now the solution was right in front of him!
Though it was painful and no one could help shift the pain away—so what?
Having co this far, self-tornt had been enough; adding one more ti wouldn’t make a difference!
With a light "crack", the Hand Taiyang Small Intestine ridian from his little finger shattered upwards, recombining inch by inch.
Large beads of sweat fell into the Blood Pool, dissolving without a trace.
The blind man stood silently to the side, feeling a bit of admiration for him for the first ti.
This pain from the fragntation and reformation of ridians was even more intense than previous tortures. And with the human body’s ridians covering the whole body, how could it end with just one?
Truly an iron man.
Others wouldn’t know that the multitiered anings she had set for the candidates in those slashing nightmares... One layer was to see their ruthlessness.
The feeling of dying and living, and living and dying, was not just a dream, but a pain consistent with real experiences. Many had been tested; so went mad, so jumped from buildings... She cured the mad ones and caught the jumpers—no incidents occurred, but very few actually passed.
This guy had endured more than ten days, even longer than the initial Xia Longyuan.
This tough character trait manifested everywhere in his life since he had crossed over. They say n under the influence of Blood Evil are like this, but most of the ti, there wasn’t any Blood Evil influence. Instead, he was sowhat clever and intentionally used a state of selflessness to reduce the pain, as if secretly administering anesthesia to himself.
But Evil Qi isn’t real anesthesia, the necessary Perception still existed, not to ntion a complete loss of Perception wouldn’t allow such precise reshaping of the ridians. The so-called anesthesia was rely a slight reduction of pain, sothing the blind man admitted he couldn’t endure, even afraid to think about.
It was uncertain if Zhao Changhe could endure to the end, or if he might faint from the pain... Speaking of which, Zhao Changhe himself didn’t realize what this ant—if he truly endured, it wouldn’t just improve the ridian problem.
There’s a professional term for it: Transmutation of Tendons and Reforging of Bones.
The remade ridians were absolutely inhuman; it was preparation for a God Demon body.
This was the stairway to ascension, the road to apotheosis.
There were many paths, and this was certainly the most difficult one, but he had unwittingly stepped onto it... Once he crossed it, it would be a smooth road ahead.
"Crack..."
The blind man ca back to his senses and sensed around.
Zhao Changhe’s Hand Taiyang Small Intestine ridian had been completely remade.
In reality, it wasn’t very long... but, for Zhao Changhe personally, it might have felt eternally long.
He breathed heavily, trembling as he took out an elixir and consud it to recover so vitality. After resting briefly, he began another.
He directly began with the governor vessel. The so-called governor and conception vessels were the most central ridians, mainly opened through these two vessels. Such important ridians, naturally, he prioritized them while he was still in good spirits.
Being tough was one thing, but he was also very rational in his dealings; the blind man sighed, such a man failing would truly be the will of heaven.
The blind man silently watched his convulsing face, sweat covering it. After hesitating for a mont, he gently snapped his fingers.
A unique energy quietly protected Zhao Changhe’s Spirit Platform.
If this heroic act were to fail due to fainting from pain, it would be trendously tragic...
Her actions had already contradicted her absolute stance of not proactively assisting anyone... Consider it a close call, was this really help? Everything was done by himself, he never even asked for a plan; he crafted it passively through the "Heavenly Book", organizing the Blood Shura Body, Undying Blood Demon Body, Rejuvenation Technique, and Blood Turtle into a plan he could almost claim as his own creation.
I don’t know how much ti had passed, the moon was right overhead.
Zhao Changhe’s consciousness had started to blur, and he was left with only the Foot Taiyin Spleen ridian unfinished, but he had no strength left.
Enduring pain not only caused his consciousness to blur but also led to physical exhaustion.
The dicine could not keep up, and taking in too much energy and dicine in a short ti had rendered them useless now.
He was even so dazed that he didn’t notice the Blood Pool’s energy had been drained dry, and he was now in a clear pool... pure water, where all impurities and filth had been assimilated by the forrly vast Life Energy; now, his body had sucked it all dry, leaving the pool cleaner than water purified by modern processes.
Without the supply of Life Energy, Zhao Changhe grew weaker and hazily leaned against the pool’s edge, his lazy consciousness suggesting to himself that missing one ridian might not affect the overall situation, but at most, he might end up a cripple?
Too tired, he really didn’t want to move...
But... he felt so unwilling...
In the daze, Zhao Changhe was still slowly operating the reshaping skill, trying to continue, but he couldn’t even manage to shatter his ridians.
The blind man was hesitant, unsure whether to push him further... Is this Heaven’s will?
There’s no path of Heaven, what’s ant by Heaven’s will!
At that mont, the blind man felt a presence approaching.
Vaguely, a voice queried, "Did the Saint Envoy cut the Blood Turtle at and went up to the mountain’s Blood Turtle Pool?"
"Yes... he went into the mountains long ago. We really heard screams from inside, intermittent... we feared sothing bad might happen, so we had to inform His Majesty, disturbing His Majesty’s rest."
"You’ve reported well, there’s a reward for all. Alright, you stay at the foothill, no one is allowed to co up."
"Yes."
Beneath the hazy moonlight, Sisi ca stepping on the moonlight, shocked from afar when she saw the clear pool water. Then, spotting Zhao Changhe by the pool’s edge, appearing like a dead man, Sisi disregarded her astonishnt at the water’s change and swiftly moved to his side to check on him.
"Out of strength?" The result of the check confused Sisi, "Exhausted to a semi-comatose state? Who was he competing to death with here? With the Blood of the Turtle Pond? No... his ridians..."
Sisi’s eyes widened in horror, "He is undergoing the tendons-changing and bones-hardening process!"
She examined carefully for a while and was sure that he was indeed enduring a tendon-changing and bone-hardening process, and he was almost done, with only one weak ridian left which stood out starkly against the robust and shining ridians around it.
And there was still energy within Zhao Changhe’s body striking that ridian, like a last desperate struggle. Unfortunately, he had no strength left; it wouldn’t budge...
Sisi tried to push a pill into his mouth but realized the dicine could not be absorbed anymore... Was it because he had taken too much in a short period, and his body was resisting it?
Sisi blankly stared at Zhao Changhe’s face, slightly biting her lip.
To replenish energy, to regain strength, aside from dicine, there was another thod... Sisi had once impersonated Maitreya Heavenly Girl, and she was familiar with the Ultimate Bliss thod.
She was truly willing, but what about him?
Hesitating, Zhao Changhe’s eyelids fluttered, seeming about to open his eyes.
Startled, Sisi instinctively hid behind a rock behind her. Then she knocked on her head mockingly, what was she afraid of...
Afraid he’d see it was her and refuse?
But I really do like you...
Leaning against the rocks, Sisi mused for quite so ti, chuckled mockingly at herself, and slowly took out a set of red clothes and long unused disguise dicine from her ring, applying it to her face.
Zhao Changhe had just felt soone checking on him and struggled to open his eyes but didn’t see anything, confused, he then saw Yue Hongling erging from behind a rock.
"Hongling..." Zhao Changhe murmured groggily, "I can’t hold on anymore... Help a bit, just a little bit more..."
Yue Hongling slowly shed her clothes and entered the water, softly saying, "I’ve checked already, I know... It’s okay, I’m here."
Zhao Changhe completely relaxed, and soon felt a warm touch on his lips, lightly kissed.
The energy of the Ultimate Bliss thod seeped into his body, gradually stirring his withered Dantian, heating up his lower abdon.
Cult Magic Skill, even if you’ve been drained dry, can make you feel like a man again.
"Yue Hongling" held his neck and slowly sat upwards.
Energy circulated, from yin ca yang.
Before long, Zhao Changhe felt the energy regrowing, rejuvenating his strength.
With the last of his determination, he ruthlessly shattered the remaining ridians.
The moonlight turned blurry, retreating into the swaying tree shadows.
"Crack..." Ti passed, and finally, the last Foot Taiyin Spleen ridian fully ford, completing the tendons-changing and bones-hardening achievent.
Zhao Changhe opened his eyes, the fragrant breeze still lingering, "Yue Hongling" had already disappeared.
The sky was turning the color of a fish’s belly; pondering on last night’s ordeal, it all felt unreal, as if it were a dream.
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