In the Cultivation Room, Song Ciwan circulated her Cultivation Technique, marshaling her True Qi and Qi Blood to bombard her own acupoints.
Her body was like a furnace, mysterious and exquisitely precise, with her Qi Blood burning fiercely within.
Of the three hundred and sixty major acupoints in her body, three hundred and thirty had already been lit!
The other thirty acupoints remained dim—
Song Ciwan had originally thought it would be impossible for her to light these last thirty acupoints. 'Perhaps one day I'll be forced to stop the Enlightenment process and enter the Acupoint Fusion Realm directly after opening only three hundred and thirty.'
But now, inspiration flooded her heart. The three hundred and thirty-first acupoint, once as solid as a fortress, crumbled like a sand dam before the torrent of Qi Blood and was blasted open with a deafening roar.
Qi Blood surged in, and a powerful force welled up from within the acupoint.
