After the golden plate fell into his hands, Zhang Yan sought out a secluded spot and devoted himself wholeheartedly to refining his apertures.
This period of seclusion lasted a full two years. By the time he finished his cultivation and steadied his qi, he had already opened up the thirty-fifth aperture.
At that moment, he felt an intense heat surging through his entire body. The True Fire in his chest roared like a fierce beast, overflowing his Qi Sea. With even the slightest movement, it seemed ready to erupt from his apertures in a fiery torrent.
He hastily suppressed his breath, carefully restraining the fire. Gradually, he gathered the burning True Fire into a single point. When he turned his inner vision inward, he saw that this golden light spark was thick like refined ointment, incomparably pure and potent.
Now, the only obstacle ahead was the last aperture.
