After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

When the last ray of scarlet-gold medicinal power was completely absorbed into his flesh and blood, Qin He slowly opened his eyes. The scarlet deep in his eyes, which had been condensed due to extreme pain, had not yet faded, but had been replaced by an indescribable enlightenment and ecstasy.

He subconsciously raised his hands to support himself on the ground. As soon as his fingertips touched the cold rocky ground, he felt a huge force spreading along his finger bones to his whole body. His limbs, which had been a little stiff due to sitting cross-legged for a long time, were now as flexible as newborns. Every slight movement was accompanied by a sense of rhythm that was a perfect fit between muscles and bones.

He looked down at his hands, the calluses on his palms still visible. They were proof of his struggle against this cruel world after losing his sense of vital energy.

But at this moment, these hands are different from before: the skin has a light jade-like luster, seemingly delicate, but actually contains amazing toughness, the muscle lines at the knuckles are more smooth and firm, with a light squeeze, one can feel the heavy power coming from the bones, as if even the air can be crushed by this hand.

The layer of dark brown impurities that had formed into hard scabs all over his body had already cracked and fallen off under the evaporation of the medicine, and scattered on the ground beside him, piling up into a thin layer, emitting a pungent fishy smell.

Those were the chronic illnesses that the elixir had forced out from deep within his flesh—there were residual toxins from the hidden injuries of the previous war, blockages in the body accumulated from long-term consumption of rough food, and tiny impurities that had not been completely removed during previous low-level body tempering.

Qin He raised his hand and stroked his arm. Wherever his fingertips touched, the muscles under the skin could rise and fall slightly and contract according to his thoughts. Every inch of the muscles was filled with explosive tension, and there was no longer any hidden sense of sluggishness from the past.

He stood up slowly, and as he stretched his body, his bones made a series of crisp "cracking" sounds, like the sound of jade hitting each other, pleasant and powerful.

Without channeling any vital energy—he couldn't sense its existence, let alone guide its flow—he simply relied on his body's instinctive movements to cause the air around him to ripple slightly. Qin He threw a tentative punch. The blow wasn't fast, but it carried a sense of heaviness, as heavy as a mountain. The wind whistled past, stirring up a faint vortex of air before crashing fiercely into a half-man-high rock not far away.

"boom!"

After a muffled sound, the hard rock actually cracked into a clear crack in the middle, and gravel fell down.

Qin He suddenly became excited. Without the blessing of merit, the path of body tempering had become even more difficult. In the past, even with all his might, he could only punch through the air, leaving only a shallow fist mark on the rock. Now, a simple blow had such power. This was the transformation brought about by this body tempering.

What made him even more excited was the unprecedented sense of control over his body.

In the past, when he tempered his body, he could only vaguely feel that his "strength had increased", but he could never figure out the limits of his body. It was like looking at something through a layer of frosted glass, hazy and unreal.

But at this moment, his consciousness seemed to be completely integrated with this body: he could clearly "see" the trajectory of the blood and qi flowing in his blood vessels, accurately distinguish the tightness and relaxation of each tendon, and even sense the warm mark left by the Sanyang Body Tempering Pill deep in his bones, which was slowly nourishing the bone marrow and allowing the bone density to continue to increase imperceptibly.

This sense of control was something he had never felt since he lost his sense of vital energy.

Qin He had walked the path of physical sanctification before, but he had never felt it so pure.

That is a path that belongs only to oneself, and is different from the path to sainthood through merit, and it is very mysterious.

Qin He closed his eyes. When he truly felt the transformation of his body and felt the powerful strength that he could possess without relying on external things, all his confusion and doubts disappeared.

So what if he couldn't sense the vital energy? His body was the best Dantian; his fists were his strongest support!

The clear sense of control and the leap in strength just now, using the body as a furnace and the elixir as fuel, repeatedly forging, refining, and reshaping until the body reaches immortality and becomes a saint, does not seem to be lost. At the moment, this is the only path Qin He can see.