That's because it was fundamentally impossible to circulate the Inner Qi from his Meridians through the Hidden Meridian. The Inner Qi merely borrowed its path without truly flowing through.
When he executed the technique, only a weak surge of Inner Qi was fed back from the Hidden Meridian, so naturally, it generated no destructive force.
'It's working!'
Zhao Rui's heart leaped with joy, and he immediately began to put his idea into practice.
In cultivation, days and months cease to exist; a meditation session passes in the blink of an eye.
By the time Zhao Rui emerged from the Quiet Chamber, the outside was already pitch-black. Even the entirety of Mingcan Courtyard was dark and dim.
Only a few dim, yellow lamps at the entrance stood guard over this imitation Zen Monastery, which was full of tranquil, ancient charm.
"Crap, it's almost twelve!"
Zhao Rui picked up his phone to check the time and was shocked.
