Shen Yu’s mind jolted, his golden eyes narrowing into razor-sharp slits within the darkness of his inner vision.
Every defensive instinct scread at him to forcefully suppress this sudden, violent invasion, but before he could erect a ntal barrier, his precise spiritual sense picked up zero malicious intent from the rogue forces.
Instead, the rampant energy resonated in perfect, symphonic harmony with his soul, it carried the exact, chaotic authority of his own hard-won Perfection Stage.
’If you want to fuse, then blend!’ Shen Yu roared ntally.
He completely threw open the spiritual gates of his core, allowing the twin serpents of lightning to plunge directly into his dantian.
The mont the pink and black lightning struck the sixty-ter foundation block, his internal space exploded in a blinding flash of divine light. It was not a destruction, but a hostile takeover.
The lightning didn’t shatter the altar, it aggressively seized it, acting like a personalized, internal heavenly tribulation.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Deafening cracks of silent thunder echoed within his soul as the lightning began to brutally temper the crystalline structure.
The black arcs wrapped around the base like unyielding, ancient chains of cosmic order, crushing any microscopic flaws or lingering pocket of air out of existence.
Simultaneously, the pink lightning surged directly through the core of the monunt, lting the solid Qi down and reforging it under an imnse, world-bending law.
The altar block glowed white-hot, shedding a misty dross of microscopic impurities that were instantly vaporized by the electricity.
Under this brutal, tribulation-like tempering, the stalled foundation block was violently revitalized. The sheer pressure of the lightning forced the base to expand, tearing open the boundaries of his dantian for a second ti.
Seventy ters... eighty ters...
The block grew taller and wider, vibrating with the raw cadence of thunder. It greedily swallowed the remaining ambient energy of his core, pulling in the leftover dicinal currents of the pill and compacting them into an impossible level of density.
Ninety-five ters... one hundred ters...
The foundation block was no longer just solid Qi, it had transford into an crystalline substance, veined with pulsing lines of pink and black lightning that crackled across its flawless surfaces.
It looked less like a cultivator’s altar and more like a fragnt of a ruined heavenly throne.
With a final, thunderous echo that vibrated through every bone in his physical body, the catastrophic expansion hit its absolute limit and stabilized, centing itself permanently into the fabric of his dantian.
Shen Yu cast his inner gaze over the finished masterpiece, and a wave of dark, predatory pride washed over him.
Resting at the center of his vastly expanded core was a monolithic, flawless crystalline altar block spanning a staggering 108 ters. It was an impossible, mythical number, the absolute nurical manifestation of heavenly completion.
Coiled in the faint, crackling embers of the pink and black lightning that had birthed it, his very first layer was already wider, denser, and infinitely more durable than the entire completed nine-tier altars of most late-stage Foundation Establishnt experts.
The breakthrough process wasn’t even fully finished yet, but the raw, unadulterated power coursing through his ridians already promised a terrifying, unstoppable ascent.
The stabilizing of the altar, however, was not the end.
Before Shen Yu could even savor the sight of his 108-ter monunt, the pink and black lightning coating the structure began to rhythmically pulse, behaving with a sudden, localized violence.
With a deafening internal crack, the dual-colored lightning breached the walls of his dantian. It poured outward in a raging, torrential tide, flooding into his primary ridian lines and violently expanding into his flesh, muscles, and bones.
Shen Yu’s eyes remained tightly shut, but every muscle in his face locked into an unyielding, stony mask. An imnse, blinding agony tore through his nervous system, a pain so absolute it felt as though he were being systematically ground to dust beneath a celestial millstone.
Yet, true to his unshakeable discipline, he did not utter a single groan. Not a single tremor of struggle rippled across his features. He sat perfectly still, an immovable statue enduring a private cataclysm.
What was happening to him was entirely unprecedented.
A standard breakthrough to the Foundation Establishnt Realm rely required the cultivator to build their inner altar, it never demanded the physical vessel to undergo such a radical, destructive transformation.
This was the legendary Body Restructuring, a mythical phenonon usually reserved for ancient monsters breaking into higher, world-shattering realms.
The lightning was forcefully rewriting his biology, turning his physical form into the ultimate, unyielding vessel for cultivation.
Crack. Snap. Shatter.
Beneath his skin, the process was a brutal, unrelenting cycle of absolute destruction and instantaneous rebirth.
Every single bone in his skeletal fra was systematically splintered into microscopic fragnts by the crushing pressure of the black lightning, only to be seamlessly welded back together by the restorative surge of the pink lightning.
With each rapid shattering and restructuring, his bones grew exponentially denser, taking on an ivory-sheen that possessed the unyielding durability of forged spiritual steel.
His muscles, tendons, and ligants were repeatedly shredded, pulled taut to the brink of snapping, and woven anew.
The fibers reford with a tighter, more intricate matrix, granting him an incredible, whiplash flexibility combined with the raw physical power to match a high-tier spirit beast in a contest of brute strength.
Down to the deepest cellular level, his tissues were violently broken apart and purified.
The lightning acted as a cosmic sieve, hunting down and completely vaporizing the final, microscopic remnants of mortal dross that even the legendary Tier 2 pill hadn’t been able to reach.
Simultaneously, his blood vessels were expanded and reinforced into thick, resilient spiritual conduits, expertly optimized to channel the imnse, turbulent rivers of energy that his newly minted 108-ter foundation would inevitably unleash.
He was being entirely disassembled and reconstructed from scratch.
The lightning did not care for his comfort, it cared only for perfection, reshaping his physical body into a flawless, peak-tier instrunt of power designed solely to carry the weight of his terrifying ascent.
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