Even without focusing on it, Alex could see the changes happening in his body. The eight ever-undulating Origins started to slow down, becoming more rigid.
The peaks and troughs on their surfaces slowly lessened, making the whole thing smoother and smoother as time went on. At the same time, their necessity to fuse back together slowly disappeared with each cycle of his cultivation base.
This was it. Alex was at the edge of a breakthrough.
One more push.
The Dao of Spatial Distortion revealed its secrets for Alex to see as well. All that he had learned through the shimmering sky in Hell, the prison wall, was finally coming to fruition.
This would be the final Dao he would learn today.
And rightfully so, it was the most difficult to learn as well.
'Right on time,' Alex thought as the pressure in his Dantian began to build up little by little.
