Every attempt to invoke the Heart Method felt like scraping a wound with a dull knife, bringing soul-piercing pain.
But Fang Qingyu's will was like a rock.
Forcibly ignoring the pain that almost made one faint, in a nearly self-destructive way, he extremely slowly, extremely arduously pushed the Heart Method.
A wisp of crimson airflow, so faint it was almost negligible.
Like a flickering candle in the wind, it struggled to spill out from the cracked depths of the Tribulation Jade.
This faint airflow trudged along the severely damaged meridians, like scorching magma flowing through dried and cracked earth.
At the edges of the charred and curled wounds, the necrotic tissue made a faint, almost inaudible "sizzle" sound under the extreme heat, burning and carbonizing, peeling away bit by bit.
