After a night of practice, Zhang Xuan slowly opened his eyes.
Crackling!
With a single movement of his body, a series of crisp sounds emanated from his muscles and bones. He exhaled a breath of impure air, which stretched out over ten meters like a white line before it gradually dissipated.
Visceral circulation, breath expelled five steps away!
Peak of Viscera Realm, Sixfold of the Source Pool!
After forming the cultivation method yesterday, he had begun practicing. Hard work pays off. With a night of hammering away, his five viscera and six bowels were now as solid as steel. Each breath he took was like a furnace, smelting the origin qi into pure strength, granting him an endless supply of physical power.
Normally, once the internal organs are refined, a certain internal circulation would form, allowing one to send their breath up to five meters away while holding it at the tip of their tongue.
