The heavy broken stele was placed in the center of the floor of Qin Lie's quiet room. The doors and windows of the quiet room were tightly shut, with only a perpetually burning oil lamp in the corner emitting a dim, yellowish light, casting the stele's outline against the wall and stretching out a distorted, silent Shadow.
The air was permeated with the scents of dust, blood, lamp oil, and the faint, intertwined odors of rust and gunpowder emanating from the stele itself.
Qin Lie sat cross-legged opposite the stele, a mere three feet away. Closing his eyes, he tried to circulate the Dragon-Elephant Tyrant Body Formula. Within his dantian Qi Ocean, the blood-qi force of a Martial Artist (Ninth Layer) surged like viscous mercury through the optimized meridian routes, producing the subtle sound of tendons and bones resonating together, while a heavy sense of strength flowed through all his limbs and bones.
Chapter 146