Wang Yuan's qi-blood was vigorous, like a boiling gigantic baking furnace.
Nor was he like Zeng Yilong, whose delicate appearance concealed muscles twisted like a monstrous demon.
In contrast, Luo Chen, who was solely dedicated to body refinement, had very smooth muscular contours on his body.
That feeling... was like a Roc stretching its wings and soaring through the sky.
Majestic and heroic, yet not frightening.
When he stretched his muscles and bones, a clattering sound emanated, like the clashing of metal.
Once his body was clear of impurities,
Luo Chen's hands motioned together, drawing a batch of ore materials into the Official's Cauldron.
Under the roasting of his Original Source True Fire, it gradually melted into a multicolored liquid.
When the last piece of black Fourth Stage stone material blended in, the multicolored liquid suddenly turned into a pitch-dark ink-like substance.
Ink?
