Apotheosis Begins with Tai Chi

[Endless Moon Breath]: Great Success (1882/3000), Traits (Hidden Mechanism, Iron Lung), Limit-Breaking (No)

[Four Gods Profound Body - Taming God Chapter]: Minor Achievement (819/1000), Traits (Four Gods), Limit-Breaking (No)

[Hidden Dragon Fist]: Great Success (2999/3000), Traits (Penetrating Armor, Thunder Burst)

The Thunder Treading Skill and Four Gods Profound Body had been his main focus during this period.

He had successfully broken through to the Great Success realm in the Thunder Treading Skill, unlocking the Iron Leg Trait.

The Endless Moon Breath, which he practiced in conjunction with the Thunder Treading Skill, had also improved significantly.

As for the Hidden Dragon Fist, his training progress was mainly advanced through infusion training with the Celestial God Hidden Dragon Painting.

Right now, he was just one step away from Perfection.

This was why Chen Cheng had not left his room all day.

He wanted to push through in one go.

This final step was extraordinarily significant.

He remembered how he had developed Dark Force precisely when his Health Tai Chi underwent Limit-Breaking.

And now, he was just a hair’s breadth away from forming the Seventh Pillar of Blood Qi and developing Transforming Force. Perhaps his Foundation Establishment Tai Chi would also undergo Limit-Breaking at the same time.

Chen Cheng’s eyes were slightly closed, his breathing as long and fine as a silk thread, as if he had merged with the tranquility of the entire inner courtyard.

As he infused his Dark Force bit by bit to the absolute limit of every cloud pattern, the Six Pillars of Blood Qi within him had long since been pushed to their peak. The scent of blood was overwhelming as they surged and churned through his meridians, like six raging rivers trapped behind a dam, roiling and roaring as they desperately sought an outlet.

Success!

He suddenly felt something stir within him, as if something inside his body had silently cracked open.

In the next instant, he clearly felt it: above his perineum, countless wisps of blood-scent were being born.

Wisp by wisp, they spiraled and intertwined, spinning faster and faster, weaving tighter and tighter, until they swiftly twisted into a solid, condensed ”stick of incense” that glowed with a sanguine light.

The Seventh Pillar of Blood Qi abruptly formed.

In that instant, it was as if an invisible seal within his body dissolved like a shell of ice.

A brand-new, clearly perceptible power welled up from every corner of his being.

It was like a spring silkworm spinning its thread, continuous and unending. It was like mercury flowing across the ground, seeping into every crack. After weaving itself together, it became like a net, a wall, a barrier, a chasm.

”Huuuuu—”

Chen Cheng opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. He instantly felt refreshed from head to toe, his mind clear and sharp.

Immediately, he slowly raised his hand.

The plume of white mist he exhaled seemed to hit an invisible, intangible wall an inch from his palm—or perhaps it was swatted away by an unseen hand. It instantly scattered and dissipated, not a single wisp managing to touch Chen Cheng.

A feather could not land on it, nor could a fly. It was impervious to heat and cold, unbreakable by Ming or Dark.

The barrier was formed!

’Logically speaking, even though my Transforming Force is newly born, it should be stronger than that of an ordinary practitioner of the same tier, right?’

As Chen Cheng thought this, his gaze fell back to the Celestial God Hidden Dragon Painting in his other hand.

’Senior Sister Zhuang can infuse the entire dragon’s body... I’ll give it a try. Let’s see how big the gap between us still is.’

Chen Cheng composed himself and lifted the Celestial God Hidden Dragon Painting with both hands.

His Power was instantly infused into it.

His physical strength, Heart Power, Perception Power, and his familiarity with the infusion process were all far beyond that of an ordinary person, so his speed was naturally much faster as well.

Three breaths.

The Thunder Patterns exploded across the entire painting. The tracery was exceptionally fine and dense, almost airtight, and the patterns were incredibly clear, as if the entire painting were about to shatter into countless fragments.

Seven breaths.

The cloud patterns billowed out, covering everything in layer upon layer, to the point that the dragon and Celestial God patterns beneath were completely obscured.

Thirteen breaths.

The dragon patterns were fully infused. A flying dragon broke free of its bonds, and as it soared and coiled, it completely scattered the cloud patterns before tightly wrapping itself around the Celestial God’s entire body.

The next breath.

The Celestial God flicked a finger, and the ferocious flying dragon that sought to slay a god was unexpectedly blasted back by the recoil.

The dragon’s body snapped, shattered, and was utterly annihilated.