The quiet of the inner chamber was absolute. Su Ming sat cross-legged on the jade cushion, his posture straight, his breathing long and slow. In his right hand, he held the scroll of the Primordial Yang Demon Body.
"The physical body is a vessel," Su Ming thought, his voice silent within his mind. "If the vessel is weak, it will crack under the pressure of the soul. If the vessel is uncontrolled, it will devour the master. I will not be devoured."
He closed his eyes, sinking his consciousness deep into his consciousness.
Essence Sight. Halo of Insight.
In his gray vision, his body became a complex network of channels, bones, and muscles. He could feel the raw, scorching power of the Yang-fire Qi he had gathered during his ascension to the Late Golden Core stage. It was a wild, predatory force, circulating through his vessels with a violent heat that constantly threatened to scorch his primary meridians if left unregulated.
He targeted the first stage. Skin & Pores.
