During the flow of the two streams of Qi, collisions would occasionally occur, bringing Shen Jingqi unbearable pain each time. Yet he gritted his teeth and persisted. His body twisted in agony, his clothes soaked with sweat, but his gaze remained resolute.
"Just a bit more, just a bit more!" Shen Jingqi encouraged himself in his heart. He continuously adjusted the speed and intensity of the Qi flow, trying to find that perfect balance point.
Time passed second by second, and Shen Jingqi didn't know how many times he had attempted, how many times he had failed. His body was on the verge of collapse, his consciousness gradually becoming blurry. But a belief always supported him: "I must succeed!"
Just when he was about to despair, suddenly, he felt a wondrous sensation arise from within his body. It was like a spring breeze on his face, warm and comfortable. He discovered that the Yang Qi and Cold Yin Qi were merging, forming a new kind of power.
