The vast demon sense was like an invisible water, silently sweeping over Shen Xuan, as if trying to see through him inside and out.
In the demon's eyes, Shen Xuan was indeed a rare genius in body refining.
His bone age was just over two hundred years, yet his vigor was as abundant as a boiling furnace, full of vitality.
Beneath his elegant and handsome exterior, there was a physique forged through countless trials.
In the land of the Five Countries of Yan, Liang, Song, Lu, and Yue, for thousands of years, Shen Xuan was the only one who could step into the Divine Power Realm through body refining.
His talent, temperament, and fortune were all of the highest selection.
It was a pity, however, that he was a Human Race Cultivator.
Shen Xuan's mind was tense, yet his face remained calm and unruffled.
He asked himself if his actions were without guilt.
