Next, his consciousness, like a hand rapidly playing chess, repeatedly attracted the flames from the furnace within, illuminating the surrounding emptiness.
Not much, just a hundred and eighty-two routes and acupoints of meridians, if one can consider them such.
To Wei Cheng, it felt more like a farmer had cultivated a barren piece of land.
Starting right from the top of his body down to his feet, not a thread or a hair had invaded the territory of the Method of the Moving Mountain, nor had it triggered any resistance from its Inner Strength. The two powers simply could not clash.
Even if they both existed within Wei Cheng's body.
Incredible.
The illuminated meridians and acupoints resembled winding canals. Under Wei Cheng's guidance, they gradually drew the fire from the furnace. At this point, he had perfectly replicated the complicated workings of the Method of the Agile Swallow.
