Ten days.
Gone in the blink of an eye.
Inside the dark chamber, Gu Sheng sat cross-legged in the center of a wooden barrel, the blood-red medicinal liquid rising just to his neck, with only his head exposed.
Having soaked in the medicinal bath over forty times now, Gu Sheng was already familiar with every detail of the process.
Within the liquid, tiny vortices constantly formed. This was the result of his skin pores "breathing," absorbing the essence of the medicinal properties. The medicinal energy permeated through his skin, infiltrating and nourishing his flesh and blood.
A simultaneous sensation of sharp pain and satisfaction arose, as the energy tempered his body, causing his flesh to continuously transform.
Compared to the very first time he tried the medicinal bath, Gu Sheng's physical strength had grown exponentially stronger, and he was now approaching the absolute limit of his flesh and blood.
