The cavernous private training grounds, arved deep into the bedrock of the compound and reinforced with array-lined obsidian slabs, beca Shen Yu's solitary cage.
Once the massive, solid iron doors clanged shut behind him, sealing him away from the rest of the world, he deactivated the restrictive Qi-coating around his limbs.
Instantly, the terrifying, hyper-dense kinetic weight of his restructured biology flooded back into his muscles.
The re transition caused the air to ripple, his physical presence alone warping the local atmospheric pressure.
"To ta a beast, one must let it run wild," Shen Yu murmured, his golden eyes reflecting the cold torchlight.
He didn't start with basic stretches or simple forms. To recalibrate a body that had undergone a legendary restructuring, he needed an absolute anchor.
He needed a dium that demanded the flawless synchronization of every bone, muscle, and drop of liquid Qi.
He needed the martial arts of his past life, vicious, unforgiving demonic techniques that treated the physical body not as a re vessel, but as a weaponized catalyst.
But the process was not an overnight victory. It was a grueling, frustrating battle against his own overwhelming strength that stretched across several days.
On the first day, the training grounds were defined by chaos. Shen Yu stood in the center of the field, his golden-pink qi within his massive 108-ter altar surging, sending a torrent of refined energy into his primary ridians.
His stance shifted. He drew his right arm back, his fingers curling into a wicked, rigid claw for the [Vile-Crested Piercing Bone Finger].
This technique required a cultivator to snap their muscles like a bowstring, driving the kinetic force of the entire skeletal fra into a single point.
He thrust his hand forward.
BOOM!
The sheer speed tore the air apart, detonating a sonic boom that rattled the obsidian walls. But because his mind hadn't synchronized with his new density, the massive kinetic back-blast of the strike violently rippled back through his arm.
Ordinary bones would have shattered into splinters. Shen Yu's restructured, ivory-dense bones rely humd, absorbing the shock with brutal efficiency.
'Too much physical montum, not enough internal redirection,' he analyzed coldly.
Every micro-movent was an exercise in devastation. When he attempted the fluid, sweeping steps of the [Myriad Corruption Demonic Palm], his miscalculated footwork gouged deep, ugly trenches into the reinforced obsidian floor.
A simple pivot sent him crashing into a solid steel boundary pillar, leaving a massive, shoulder-shaped dent in the reinforced tal.
His body didn't sustain a single scratch, but the lack of precision was unacceptable. He was a walking siege engine, completely lacking the lethal finesse required for his ticulous plans.
By the third day, the sounds of catastrophic impact began to quiet down, replaced by the rhythmic, sharp whipping of displaced air.
Shen Yu lived and breathed the martial mory of his past life, forcing his mind to ticulously map out the new boundaries of his biology
He threw thousands of finger strikes and palm thrusts into the empty space, analyzing the exact elasticity of his newly woven tendons and the capacity of his expanded blood vessels.
He began to feel the terrifying synergy taking place. The 108-ter Dao Altar in his dantian thrumd in perfect cadence with his physical forms.
Every ti he executed a demonic palm, the pink and black lightning coiled around the base of his altar subtly flashed, sending a microscopic hum of absolute perfection through his cells, carving the muscle mory deeper into his soul.
By the fifth day, absolute stillness returned to the chamber.
Shen Yu stood in the center of the room, covered in a light sheen of sweat. His breathing was perfectly regulated, and his heartbeat was slow and heavy, like the steady striking of an ancient war drum.
The wild, uncalibrated power had finally been beaten into submission, thoroughly tad by days of ruthless, repetitive discipline.
Wanting to test the final results of his adaptation, he locked his gaze onto a massive, ten-foot-tall testing pillar made of solid, array-reinforced dark iron at the edge of the grounds, a target ant to asure the maximum output of high-tier experts.
He walked toward it. This ti, his boots pressed against the stone tiles with absolute, flawless silence.
Not a single fracture appeared beneath his feet. The destructive hazard had been entirely refined into a sleek, apex predator.
Standing a foot away from the dark iron pillar, Shen Yu didn't assu a grand martial stance. He simply raised his right hand, casual and relaxed, and lightly tapped his index finger against the solid tal surface.
Ding.
For a microsecond, there was only the sharp clinking sound of a finger hitting tal.
Then, the pink and black lightning dormant within his marrow subtly vibrated. The localized, terrifying physical density of his restructured arm, combined with a single drop of his high-grade Foundation Qi, bypassed the iron's outer defenses entirely.
CRACK-SHATTER!
Without a single spark of external energy, a massive, explosive shockwave tunneled directly through the center of the ten-foot pillar.
The reinforced dark iron violently buckled inward before completely blowing out from the back, exploding into a catastrophic shower of jagged tal shards that embedded themselves deep into the distant obsidian walls.
The testing pillar had been completely hollowed out by a casual tap.
Shen Yu lowered his hand, his expression utterly serene, though a cold, dark satisfaction burned behind his golden pupils. His body was officially calibrated.
His demonic arts were perfectly restored to his current realm.
Based on this comprehensive calibration, he could confidently estimate his new combat paraters.
If he were to fight utilizing nothing but the raw, unadulterated strength of his physical vessel, completely withholding his liquid Qi, he could easily crush an ordinary early-stage Foundation Establishnt cultivator in a contest of brute force.
And if he unleashed his full cultivation alongside his 108-ter Dao Altar? He was certain he could stand his ground against, or even slaughter, an early-stage Golden Core expert.
Crossing an entire major realm to fight a Golden Core practitioner as a newly minted Foundation Establishnt rookie was unheard of.
He was, by all trics of the modern era, a monster.
Amused by his own terrifying lethality, Shen Yu focused his intent on the Deceptive Void Bracelet resting against his wrist.
The dark silver tal pulsed against his skin, seamlessly manipulating his spiritual signature. Within seconds, the overwhelming, heavy pressure of his Foundation Establishnt base vanished entirely, replaced by the perfectly simulated aura of a late-stage Qi Condensation cultivator.
To the outside world, he was simply at the 9th stage.
Satisfied with the concealnt, he pushed open the heavy iron doors and walked out of the training grounds.
Standing just outside the entrance was Li Qiu. The mont she caught sight of his figure, she stepped forward with graceful precision, inclining her head in a respectful bow.
As she straightened, she reached into her spatial storage ring and retrieved an elegant, sealed envelope.
"Young Master," she spoke, her voice smooth and asured.
"Young Miss He sent this letter to the estate a week ago. Since you were in deep, unbroken seclusion, I did not dare disturb your cultivation."
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