What Xu Qi 'an was doing now was to repeatedly hammer and temper his primordial spirit, breaking through his limits on the edge of life and death time and time again.
After beheading a hundred people, he was once again at his limit. After forcing himself through it, a new spring gushed out, and his spiritual power once again advanced by leaps and bounds.
"I can't, I can't hold on much longer ... 'Stupid monk, I'm leaving my life to you. Don't play with me ...' I still have a bunch of girls in the capital who have thought things through ..."
After killing two hundred people in one breath, the new spring did not continue to flow out, because Xu Qi 'an had died of exhaustion.
The rapid growth of the primordial spirit had nothing to do with the physical body. Every time he squeezed his primordial spirit, he was actually squeezing his corporeal body. New water gushed out of his primordial spirit but not his corporeal body.
