There Are Snowy Swords And Frost At Cang Mountain (2) In The Space Of A Flick Of The Fingers [JW1]

Fan Xian stood expressionlessly amidst the wind and snow, breathing calmly. His slightly trembling palms were turned toward the sky. Every inch of his skin and every pore on his body greedily absorbed the names and shapeless yuanqi between heaven and earth. A faint layer of light appeared over his clothes.

He did not know what this clear and lively yuanqi was, where it came from, or why it existed. Ever since he had sensed the existence of these things by the East Sea, he discovered that if he recited the confusing breathing technique recorded on the little volume, he seemed to be able to absorb the yuanqi that existed between heaven and earth and change it into true essence.

After the attack and impact earlier, the abundant and famous Tyrannical zhenqi in Fan Xian's body was depleted in an instant. In such a dangerous situation, he could not have hidden any. In front of the Emperor's face, Fan Xian's began to adjust his breathing again.