It was still not comprehension, but direct replication into his body.
After drawing a deep breath, Sikong Jing began replicating it without the slightest hesitation. Yet after copying only a tiny fraction, pain surged through his entire body—and the more he carved in, the worse that pain would become...
It was the terrifying sensation of his meridians and dantian being torn apart throughout his body, a feeling that was almost impossible to endure.
But Sikong Jing gritted his teeth and continued...
Meanwhile, in the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Prison, the beasts were still wildly demanding to know what the Divine Turtle had been thinking.
Why make the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts take such a risk?
There was absolutely no need for it. The Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts' beast body had already surpassed that of the previous Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts at the same stage.
Suddenly, the Divine Turtle's expression turned grave as it asked in return, "After going berserk so many times, do you truly think the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts' limit is merely to surpass the old Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts?"
In an instant, the clamorous ferocious beasts and divine beasts all fell silent. They had no answer.
The Divine Turtle continued, "Which generation of Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts has ever repeatedly gone berserk and then returned like this one? His beast body is no longer simply the pure physique of the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts. Without realizing it, it has taken on the attributes of a magic beast."
"So his limit does not end there. We cannot waste any of the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts' descents into madness."
"We must make the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts' foundational beast body ever stronger. Only then will he be able to defeat