He placed his hand lightly on the colorful string on his wrist, and strands of colorful energy flowed from his wrist into his limbs and body.
Qi Xiu's complexion began to grow more ruddy. Sitting silently there, anyone who saw him would sense a vibrant vitality emanating from him.
"With ancient blood as guidance, condense the Dao Seed in the heart, bask in the Gang Qi of Heaven, and step through the gateway to the Dao! This is: Ancient Gathering of Celestial Strength!"
Feeling the Hunyuan Power cleansing his body, Qi Xiu exhaled breaths of pale grey air, shaking his head with a light chuckle. Who could imagine that the so-called Ancient Gathering of Celestial Strength was neither a place nor the name of an object or Secret Technique? This chasm, which had hindered countless martial artists and thaumaturgists, was, at its core, a physiological bottleneck.
