Although Chen Han's chances of breaking through to the Martial Master Realm were as high as ninety percent, he remained extremely cautious.
On the path of Cultivation, countless geniuses had fallen midway because they were too eager for quick success. Chen Han had no desire to take such a pointless risk.
In the quiet mountain forest, the still air suddenly stirred. Wisps of golden energy from the Golden Body Spirit Liquid slowly seeped out of the wooden basin, then streamed endlessly into Chen Han's body.
"Nngh..."
With his eyes shut tight, Chen Han suddenly felt an unbearable wave of pain.
The Golden Body Spirit Liquid was remolding his body. Fortunately, the meridians within him were incomparably tougher and wider than those of an ordinary person, so while it hurt, the pain was still bearable.
Within his body.
The Nebula Map, with its meteor at the center, was spinning rapidly, pulling the golden energy that had seeped into his body into the Fixed Star.
