After this strange life force had flowed through every part of his body, it suddenly seemed to become a massive hammer forged and tempered a thousand times.
It pounded every cell, every inch of sinew, bone, skin, and flesh, every organ, every meridian, and every major acupoint.
At that moment, Luo Yi could feel it clearly.
Every part of his body was undergoing a real transformation beneath those hammer blows.
Each strike brought an unbearable surge of pain.
Yet that pain could not make him yield or even groan. Instead, it filled him with exhilaration.
For every time the hammer fell, he could clearly sense the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy within him and the strength of his body increasing before his eyes.
In this world, no one feared hardship if it could raise their Martial Dao cultivation. What they feared was suffering without a worthy reward.
And he could clearly feel his cultivation rising.
Though pain had long since spread through his entire body, Luo Yi remained silent, his expression as still as an ancient well.
As if he could not feel the pain at all, he reveled in his growing strength.
Crack!
At last, something seemed to break the shackles binding his body.
He felt his whole being burst into flame, blazing radiance surging around him as though it would shoot straight into the clouds.
Had he not immediately forced that searing radiance back down,
the light erupting from him would have drawn the attention of every powerful cultivator on the Tiannan Continent.
And if anyone had stood atop the Nameless Mountain Peak and looked toward him,
they would have seen a gilded figure of fire emerging from molten lava.
He even bore some resemblance to the golden statues enshrined in the Divine Temples of the Great Qi