A complete Grand Circulation, finally finished.
Fang Che gently exhaled.
Fortunately, the situation wasn't too bad, as the Night Emperor's meridians remained intact and unobstructed.
Where the Infinite Scripture passed, it was like a thin luminous line, forming a thin pure line within the filthy meridian pathways.
Around the pure line, all toxins expanded neatly, squeezing, slowly being expelled.
The Night Emperor's fourteen hundred and twenty-five toxic pustules all slightly swelled.
The Night Emperor trembled all over and said: "It's effective!"
"It's good to be effective."
Fang Che sighed: "Senior Night Emperor's cultivation is too advanced. Although the cultivation was dispersed, this empty meridian is still not something my small Emperor level Spiritual Energy can fully carry and operate, it's quite exhausting."
"Of course."
