For hours, the silent, agonizing forge continued inside the sealed courtyard.
The sheer intensity of the restructuring forced a thick, dark mist of vaporized impurities to seep out of his pores, only for it to be instantly obliterated by the stray sparks of pink and black lightning dancing across his skin.
Finally, the violent torrent of celestial energy began to recede.
The raging currents of lightning slowly trickled back down his pathways, returning to the dantian where they quietly coiled themselves around the massive base of his 108-ter altar, settling into a state of watchful dormancy.
The agonizing heat faded, replaced by an overwhelming, intoxicating wave of absolute clarity and rejuvenation.
Shen Yu slowly exhaled, a long, thin stream of gray, stagnant air shooting out of his mouth like a condensed arrow, traveling several ters through the air before dissipating into nothingness.
When he opened his eyes, the brilliant gold of his pupils was sharper and colder than ever before, carrying the faint, dangerous undertone of a thunderstorm.
He stood up from the shattered stone dais. The movent was entirely fluid, devoid of any friction, but the sudden shift in his physical weight caused the ground beneath his boots to cave in by an inch.
Inspecting his hands, he casually clenched his right fist.
BOOM!
A sharp, explosive sonic pop detonated within the isolated courtyard from the simple action, the sheer physical speed and pressure of his grip displacing the air like a minor shockwave.
Shen Yu’s eyes narrowed slightly. His skin looked flawless, almost porcelain, yet beneath that deceptive exterior lay a terrifying, uncalibrated physical density.
His muscles felt like tightly coiled steel wire, supple and imnsely flexible, yet packed with an explosive, localized power that was completely wild and unfamiliar.
He didn’t just possess more spiritual energy, his physical vessel itself had beco a weapon of mass destruction.
He was experiencing the side effects of a perfect, legendary restructuring: his raw power had completely outpaced his imdiate motor control. Every micro-movent carried the force of a battering ram.
Wanting to test his current physical limits, Shen Yu took a single step forward, intending to walk toward the edge of the courtyard.
The mont his left foot planted onto the ground, his uncalibrated, imnse strength misjudged the force required for a simple stride.
The stone tile beneath his boot didn’t just crack, it completely disintegrated into fine powder. The explosive kinetic feedback propelled him forward much faster than he anticipated.
CRASH!
Before his reflexes could even adjust, his shoulder clipped a massive, decorative stone lantern.
The solid, reinforced stone structure, built to withstand decades of harsh weather, shattered into a spectacular cloud of gravel and flying debris upon contact, as if it had been struck by a rogue teor.
Shen Yu ca to a halt, standing amidst the settling dust. He looked back at the obliterated lantern, then down at his shoulder. His robes were slightly torn, but the skin beneath was entirely unmarked, without even a faint red tint to show for the impact.
A cold, amused glint passed through his golden eyes. His body was no longer just a mortal shell housing spiritual energy, it was a synchronized extension of his 108-ter Dao Altar.
Until his mind fully adapted to this terrifying new biology, he was a walking hazard. He would need a days of ticulous, deliberate practice just to master his baseline motor skills, learning how to walk and touch objects without accidentally crushing them out of existence.
With a simple thought, he tapped into his internal vision, commanding the system to display his final, updated paraters.
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[PRIMAL DESIRE INHERITANCE: HOST STATUS]
Na: Shen Yu
Age: 19
Cultivation Base: Foundation Establishnt Realm (Stage 1)
Desire Points (DP): 1,300]
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A thin, satisfied smile touched his lips as his eyes locked onto his new cultivation rank. Almost instantly, a profound, primal sensation washed over his soul, the unmistakable expansion of his very life thread.
He could feel the boundaries of his mortality stretching outward. While he couldn’t pinpoint the exact number, his vast experience told him his lifespan had easily surged toward the four-hundred-year mark.
It was a preposterous deviation from the natural order. Normally, a standard Foundation Establishnt cultivator could only hope to live between 200 and 250 years.
But given his mythical Perfection Stage in Qi Condensation and the staggering 108-ter expanse of his Dao Altar, such a heavenly defiance was entirely expected.
Curious about the exact trics of his breakthrough, he called out internally. System, can you quantify my lifespan accurately?
[Affirmative, Host. Longevity trics can be extracted and integrated into the primary interface.]
He briefly considered reprimanding the system for omitting the exact readout in the first place, but chose not to waste his breath.
’Then do it,’ he said.
The glowing interface flickered, a new line of text seamlessly materializing beneath his cultivation base.
[Lifespan: 424 Years]
Four hundred and twenty-four years. He had effectively doubled the longevity of his peers at the exact sa rank. Satisfied, Shen Yu dismissed the translucent window into the void.
To counteract his wild, volatile physical strength, he circulated a thin layer of Qi through his ridians. By wrapping the energy tightly around his limbs like an invisible, dampening armor, he successfully suppressed his raw muscular output, giving him temporary control over his movents.
Pacing carefully, he walked out of the ruined center of the courtyard and headed toward his adjacent, private bathing chambers.
Although the destructive fury of the pink and black lightning had vaporized every trace of physical dross before it could stain his skin, the sheer intensity of the multi-day ordeal had still left him feeling uncomfortably sweaty.
Stepping into the luxurious, marble-lined bathroom, he untied his sash and shed his ruined garnts.
He turned toward the tall, polished bronze mirror to inspect the damage. Visually, his physique remained largely unchanged, he was already remarkably flawless, possessing the striking, aristocratic elegance he had always maintained.
The true transformation lay entirely beneath the surface, packed into the terrifying density of his restructured cells.
His gaze drifted down to his forearms. The intricate, coiled tattoos of pink and black lightning that had defined his Perfect Stage were entirely gone, now residing in his dantian, leaving behind nothing but smooth, pale skin.
After washing away the residual gri of the breakthrough in a hot, steaming bath, he dried himself and donned a fresh set of his signature white robes, intricately embroidered with golden thread.
Utilizing the sa restrictive Qi-coating to govern his stride, Shen Yu stepped out of his secluded quarters.
He walked with asured, lethal grace toward the heavily reinforced, private training grounds of the compound. Before he could unleash his new power, he needed to ta the beast his own body had beco.
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A/N:
Weekly PS: 109/100 (Completed!)
Monthly GT: 74/30
We broke past the PS goal! I’ll be dropping the bonus Chapter tomorrow!
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