Under introspection, Qin Shi saw his blood become condensed, each drop round and mercury-like, its color gradually tending towards a brilliant gold.
With every gesture and movement, it surged like a vast ocean!
Following this, his entire skeleton became denser, like a rough cast hammered by heavy blows, ejecting many impurities like iron filings, which were then flushed out by the rush of blood.
This cycle repeated endlessly, enhancing the strength of his flesh severalfold.
It could be said that, unless battalion-level firepower was deployed for a large-scale covering attack,
otherwise, armored tanks and artillery could no longer threaten Qin Shi at his peak stage.
"Unfortunately, I still haven't fully mastered the 'attribute'."
Qin Shi cultivated silently, sleepless and tireless, immersing himself in a mystical state, unwilling to end it.
