The first glimmer of dawn pierced the horizon.
Chu Fan sat motionless, cross-legged upon his bed like an old monk deep in meditation.
A silent battle was quietly unfolding within his body.
His meridians were like riverbeds choked with silt. He could only transform his own Primordial Qi into an engraving knife, chiseling through the hard blockages bit by bit and carving out the pathways inch by inch.
The day before yesterday, he had mastered and fused the Three Saber Techniques, finally comprehending the Nine Tribulations Blood Prison Saber.
He then forged the essences of Palm Technique and Fist Technique together, creating his unique Twelve True Forms Fist.
For the past two days, he had been so completely immersed in the profound mysteries of the Twelve True Forms Fist, training arduously without rest, that he had completely forgotten the threshold to the Fifth Heaven of the Spirit Awakening Realm was already within reach.
