A New Master of Weapons and the Azure Emperor

It fucking hurt!

That was Lin Zhiluo's only thought right now, though unfortunately, he had no way to say it aloud.

Because under the torrent of energy washing through him, even if he merely opened his mouth, countless streams of energy would gush out.

How could energy of such high quality be wasted like that?

So, rather than speak, he endured the agonizing pain of the energy coursing through his body, allowing it to circulate through him a few more times.

Every inch of his skin felt as though it were being pricked by needles.

Every muscle was being hammered.

Under the energy's relentless wash, his bones kept cracking, as if they were being smashed apart and reassembled over and over.

His blood flowed through his body alongside the energy, rushing faster with every circuit and carrying greater force with every round.

To achieve such an unimaginable, rapid transformation in such a short time, this kind of ordeal was unavoidable.

Fortunately, Lin Zhiluo had already grown accustomed to this sort of situation to an extent beyond ordinary people.

Even though this pain was dozens of times worse than during his second advancement.

What he did not know was that the changes inside his body were not the only ones taking place.

The crimson mist wrapped around his body was also changing under the wash of that immense energy.

The faint trace of gold originally hidden within the mist was steadily growing stronger amid the crimson fog.

After dyeing large portions of the mist gold, it continued spreading outward.

It was unclear whether this gold intended to swallow all the crimson mist or do something else entirely.

Time passed second by second, yet the energy's onslaught never ceased.

This massive amount of energy could not simply be transmitted over at