Tiny Gu… Hand…
In the dilapidated temple,
Zhong Shenxiu's expression became somewhat vacant.
At the same time, the Inner Strength within his body began to circulate slowly yet firmly, eerily and swiftly on its own.
Slow and swift, originally antonyms, were now genuinely coexisting in parallel.
This time, the route of energy circulation was completely different from the past, fundamentally unlike the Five Elements Thief Palm or the Liangyi Huaji Hand.
It moved erratically, like sand forming into lines, each grain possessing its own life, sequentially breaking through the hidden barriers within Zhong Shenxiu's body, unlocking and blooming fountains of life.
Occasionally, upon encountering truly treacherous obstacles, it would not linger but disperse and simply bypass them.
Finally, these strands of Inner Strength converged upon Zhong Shenxiu's palms, bringing about a wonderfully strange transformation.
