In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.
Nameless Island.
Lu Chenzhou sat motionless, like an old, weathered statue, his body marked with the mottled traces of time, dried flesh and skin cracked like ancient porcelain, covered in fissures.
His breath was all but indiscernible.
Close to death.
Even his heartbeat was barely perceptible.
Yet within his battered form, earth-shaking changes were unfolding—every piece of flesh, every single cell, torn apart by invisible power, then incessantly regenerated with new blood under the Withering and Flourishing Body's immense restorative strength.
First Realm·Flesh,
Second Realm·Skin,
And so forth.
Tendons, bones, organs, marrow!
In the first six Realms of Martial Arts, each transformation is a total remaking of the body, but the Seventh Realm is a complete blood exchange.
Shedding the old, reborn anew—Blood Exchange and Rebirth!
With every rebirth, his aura surged a little higher.
Now, his Qi-Blood had soared to a million.
