Gang Qi condensed into form, retracted into the body, and under layers of compression, quantitative change led to qualitative change. It gathered at the young man's Dantian, resembling the nascent sun—lacking dazzling brilliance but containing boundless potential.
But just as the limits of concentration were reached, on the brink of success...
"Pfft!"
The young man's body trembled, blood spurted from his seven orifices, and the solid-formed Gang Qi in his Dantian, pushed to the extreme, suddenly dispersed, coursing through his limbs and body, seeping through flesh and skin to burst into a mist of blood.
"Bang!"
The young man's body fell heavily to the ground, causing the cliff to shake, fracturing it with innumerable cracks.
The young man sat in silence for a long time without speaking, only after a while did he open his eyes, the bloodstains and tattered clothes all vaporized from his body, vanishing like smoke.
