Time was money in the world of martial dao. Advancing along its path was like rowing a boat upstream, whereupon not advancing meant that one was going backwards.
Even if Jiang Chen had the extraordinary advantage of having retained the memories of his past life, he didn’t dare rest on his laurels at all.
He’d trained diligently everyday during the three months in the mystic quadrant, and his efforts had been rewarded. Three months of hard practice had enabled him to grasp the first level of the Nine Transformations.
The exterior of Jiang Chen’s body now was as if a layer of armor. Although it wasn’t up to the level of the Firelizard’s scales, the level of defense it provided meant that those with a similar level of strength to him would find it difficult to harm him.
