Shanglin Neighborhood, Chen Residence.
Chen Mu raised his hands towards the sky, slightly crouched, eyes squinting, breathing inconsistently fast and slow.
Under his clothes, his muscles slowly writhed with his breath, as if they had minds of their own, continuously contracting and relaxing.
After a good while, Chen Mu, drenched in sweat, stopped his cultivation.
"No wonder it's a high-end Shape Cultivation Technique."
The Bone Transformation Stage of the Blue-eyed Golden Ape Shape Cultivation Technique was more complex. Two hundred and seventy breathing rhythms, thirty-six variations of motion and stillness.
A single error meant the practice was in vain.
An ordinary person, fully focused every time they practiced, could still not guarantee a one hundred percent success rate.
"No wonder it takes ten years of Shape Cultivation."
Given such a difficult success rate, one could imagine the efficiency of cultivation.
