Subsequently, continuously refining the essence through pounding, becoming increasingly condensed.
Thereby achieving the understanding of one's own fist intent.
In the room, continuous booming sounds appeared as if they existed in another dimension. In reality, it was utterly quiet with not a single other sound. But Bai Xiao, sitting cross-legged, felt as if a giant bell was ringing by his ears.
An hour and a half quickly passed.
His entire aura seemed to become purer and more refined, giving a serene feeling. However, he was still far from fully grasping the fist intent. The virtual shadow of the Fist Seal Stone in front of him was densely cracked, almost spreading to the position of the fist seal. It could probably only hold up for about half an hour more.
There was no time left.
Even once was not enough, at least twice or more was needed.
