Eight Immortal meridians caused intense power to surge through Meng Hao. Immortal qi flowed through him, and he exuded intense pressure. His eyes shone with Immortal light, like two burning lamps that ignited to life within the necropolis.
Everything now looked different to him, clearer. He could even magnify the tiniest speck of dust until he could see the entire structure that composed it.
"This feels… great," he murmured. Eight Immortal meridians was his limit; there was no more Immortal qi in the area, making it difficult for him to make any further increases.
The mist dragon had completely vanished, having been completely absorbed by Meng Hao. The necropolis was now totally empty and quiet.
He slowly stood up, and cracking sounds could be heard as intense power surged through him.
