「Two days later.」
In the Alchemy Room, a flash of light flared from the body of a youth clad in Battle Armor, and the armor vanished like ripples on water.
CRACKLE! POP!
His body trembled. A sound like bones groaning, cracking, and grinding echoed from deep within Qin Feng's frame. His tendons hummed like the string of a peerless treasure bow, thrumming with power.
A crimson-gold Spirit Vein coiled around Qin Feng's body like a soaring Spiritual Serpent. Looking inward, he saw tiny strands of crimson-gold flame tempering every inch of his flesh and bone, every meridian and pore.
Countless bits of his flesh and bone were destroyed by the tyrannical flame, but always, a sliver of Essence Blood would survive the destruction, reborn with stronger vitality and more resilient power.
The aura around him grew purer, like Hundred-refined Refined Iron.
