Su Xing sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed.
He felt and guided the Origin Force within his body.
Like bamboo shoots breaking through the soil after being nourished by spring rain.
The layer of Origin Force armor covering his body extended outwards by several inches.
This progress was remarkable.
Originally, Su Xing could only barely control the Origin Force to wrap around the surface of his skin.
But now, not only could Su Xing wrap it around, but he could also feel the subtle differences in the Origin Force.
The surge in Su Xing's Origin Force cultivation level lasted for several minutes before it slowly subsided.
Afterwards, Su Xing extended his hands, sensing the invisible force around them.
Like the wind, but also like fire.
As formless as the wind, yet filled with the destructive power of fire.
Su Xing's mind stirred, and a wisp of Origin Force detached from his palm.
Then, Su Xing guided that wisp of Origin Force towards a rock several meters away.