Xingyi Sect's main peak.
When he climbed this place again, the gatekeeping experts were far more courteous. To Martial Persons, strength was ultimately the greatest source of face.
"Master Huo, the Patriarch is waiting for you above."
"Alright."
Huo Yuanhong gave a slight nod.
He had come this time to borrow a batch of medicinal ingredients, so he could alter his constitution into one suited for erupting with power in the True Realm.
Though the Tortoise-Snake Draw he had created could allow him to erupt briefly in the True Realm, it was only brief. If he truly encountered a powerful enemy, that little time would not be enough.
Since he was about to enter an unfathomable mysterious ruin, it was more appropriate to adjust his physical condition to its best state. As for returning to the present world afterward, that would be easy enough to handle.
Others found it difficult to alter their constitutions, but he had the correct direction. Whichever environment he trained in, his body would naturally adjust toward the correct direction for that environment.
What was the correct direction? There was no fixed, unchanging correctness; only what suited one best was truly correct. On land, one became a Martial Person. Training in water meant adjusting toward a fish Martial Person. Training in the sky meant adjusting toward a bird Martial Person. If he trained on the sun and somehow did not burn to death, then perhaps he would gradually become a fire Martial Person.
It sounded somewhat exaggerated, but he had tested it in the True Realm, and it was indeed so. If he attempted body tempering in the True Realm, his constitution would gradually adjust throughout the process—provided his nourishment was sufficient.
It was as though he himself was a strange relic. He had no need