Theron's churning blood became like a whirlwind. It rushed through his body so violently that it seemed to overtake his Mana in precedence, flooding into his Meridians.
It felt almost unnatural, the way it moved.
Meridians were an organ system, and thus they were also provided with blood flow. But they weren't blood vessels, and blood wasn't meant to flow through them like this—at least not if you weren't injured.
'Almost…'
Theron was waiting for the right time to pull back, the right moment to pull the plug on this. He felt it out, sensing the churning changes in his body, memorizing every little thing—even down to the circulation patterns his blood was taking.
Something had happened to him after the Luminescent Sect's Secret Realm. He had been powerful before that, but it was like he had been placed on a shooting star since then.
Something had been unlocked within his body that he couldn't understand, an alignment with the moon that somehow both felt foreign and familiar.
