His pectoral muscles were thick as mountains. When Ye Lin tensed them, it felt as though two slabs of Chaos dark iron were pressed against his chest; any force that struck them would be rebounded.
His latissimus muscles spread out to either side like a pair of enormous wings, the muscle fibers extending all the way from his shoulder blades to his waist, each one as thick as a little finger.
Ye Lin rolled his shoulder blades, and the muscles across his back rose and fell with a series of crackling pops.
As his muscles were reforged, his bones underwent even more violent changes.
If the previous bone reforging had merely given his bones a faint golden hue, then this time, the very essence of his bones was completely transformed.
His old bones were ground into powder beneath the crushing force of the True Dragon's blood. The powder was expelled from the marrow cavities and carried out of his body along with the circulation of holy power.
In their place, entirely new bones grew bit by bit from the marrow.
The newborn bones were no longer white, but a profound dark gold, like ancient Divine Gold tempered by the passage of ages.
Their surfaces were covered in dense, intricate patterns. Those patterns were no mere decoration, but the tangible manifestation of the True Dragon's blood.
The Law of Strength was inscribed across the bone surfaces in the form of runes, turning every bone into a sacred artifact that carried the Great Dao.
The first thing Ye Lin heard was the sound coming from his spine.
Crack, crack, crack!!!
That was not the sound of breaking, but of growth.
All thirty-three vertebrae were rearranging and recombining.
The cartilage pads at the joints were replaced with an even tougher dark-gold substance. It