Liang Qu tightly closed his eyes, and hot sweat flowed down.
The Lower Dantian, the Middle Dantian, the Upper Dantian, the Weilu Pass…
His momentum rose wave after wave; the Mysterious Qi was like a knife cutting through bamboo, yet ultimately after breaking through the fourth Aperture, it lacked the strength to continue and faltered before the Spinal Ridge Pass.
Outside the quiet chamber, the remnants of a torn paper drifted down, swaying slightly.
The old monk shifted the fifth prayer bead, pushed it back, and for some reason, he let out a slight sigh of relief.
If he had breached five passes in one breath, it truly would have been somewhat inhuman.
Inside the quiet chamber.
Liang Qu puffed his chest and abdomen.
His heart returned to a calm rhythm; his liver cleared the pathways of Qi, his spleen transformed water and fluids, his lungs were once again moist, and his kidneys stored essence and Qi.
