It really worked!
For a moment, Zhao Changhe even had a bizarre thought... If he cut off certain things and let them regenerate, could they also grow three to five times thicker?
He quickly dismissed this strange idea, having just cut his arm, which had certainly not thickened.
The meaning of remaking the meridians was merely that the old, inadequate meridians did not match his current cultivation. Remaking them was like melting down old weapons and recasting them in today's new molds so they would match his current physical state.
He utilized the massive life energy of this place; not a bit could be wasted, otherwise, it might not be enough.
Come to think of it, his younger brother had long been unmatched in the world—was a change necessary? It was superfluous.
Zhao Changhe gasped for breath, feeling a sort of joy from experiencing his entirely new meridians. Although the pain was excruciating, the psychological joy was something outsiders couldn't comprehend.
