After a whole night of refining the desolate bones, Yi Yun could not absorb the energy within the desolate bones without inhibitions.
Yi Yun realized that there was a limit to his absorption before he felt a feeling of fullness. Just like when eating a meal, there would be a point where one couldn’t eat anymore.
If he carried on absorbing the energy, he would feel a turbulent flow of energy within his body, making his body feel numb.
At this point, Yi Yun felt full of strength, and needed to vent it.
He couldn’t wait to go up to the mountains to cultivate!
After arduously waiting till dawn, the day shift came to swap out Yi Yun. Yi Yun raced to the back mountains. He had originally jogged at a slow speed to the mountain entrance, but when there was no one around, he began to run like the wind!
He was like an agile antelope, a simple jump covered five to six meters.
A three-meter high boulder was bypassed with a leap, a five meter tree was crossed through the middle.
Yi Yun was not running, but flying while sticking to the ground! The mountain terrain was complex, but under Yi Yun’s keen senses, no terrain was an obstacle for Yi Yun.
He ran to the top of the mountain and descended from the other side down a valley to reach the back of the mountain.
During this period, Yi Yun had not rested once. While travelling, he maintained a constant deep breathing pace. His heart was beating at a constant frequency, slow, but strong!
After running for an hour, Yi Yun finally stopped. Even after such a long run, neither his face was red, nor was his heart beating fast! Running was also a form of cultivation. After running the distance, Yi Yun enjoyed the sweat on the run.
This location was the furthest away from the village and was safe. Any further, he would go beyond the protection of the wonderland, and could meet huge beasts and desolate beasts.
At Yi Yun’s present strength, he was doomed if he met a desolate beast.
The vegetation was not rich here. A few patches of black rocks littered the ground.
This was black ironstone. Black ironstone was as heavy as steel, and was several times stronger than normal rocks. Even the, moss which could break rocks, could not sprout on the black ironstone.
The place Yi Yun stood was a flat area below a cliff. It was about thirty meters in diameter.
Above the cliff was a waterfall. Numerous droplets of water danced and flew in the air currents, catching the sun and creating rainbows in the mist. This scenery would be a fascinating tourist attraction on Earth.
The waterfall was not considered wide, but the vertical drop was high. It was more than a hundred meters. The wild water flow continued its relentless assault downwards. It was a rumble that could be heard from a distance.
Yi Yun chose this cultivation location previously, precisely for the waterfall.
Yi Yun took a deep breath and circulated the energy within his body. His tough training was about to begin again.
In an isolated mountain wilderness without anyone in a ten-mile radius, Yi Yun practiced each “Dragon Rib Tiger Bone Fist” stance.
There was no lack of boulders at the back of the mountain. Yi Yun had specifically chosen a flat piece of ground with black ironstone.
Yi Yun stood in front of the black ironstone and started sending punches on to it!
How could mere fists made of flesh and blood break apart such lifeless black ironstone?
Yi Yun gritted his teeth, one punch, two punches, three punches…ten punches, twenty punches!