"Ancient Humans are the strongest race among the Six Ancients..."
Chen Changming's eyes gleamed with wonder as he murmured.
Because of the innate sense of familiarity, Chen Changming swiftly comprehended the Pagoda-Lifting Heavenly Art recorded within the Primal Magnetism Ren Mountain Fragment.
"Without the Immortal Furnace Body-Forging Art to support it, even if the Wang Family can cultivate six arms, their true power still falls far short of the Ancient Humans' Pagoda-Lifting Heavenly Art..."
After comparing the technique he had comprehended with that of the Wang Family patriarch, a look of deep anticipation appeared on Chen Changming's face.
Once he mastered it, his combat strength would rise dramatically.
If he could obtain the complete Pagoda-Lifting Heavenly Art and strengthen it, perhaps he could grow even more arms, like the Thousand-Handed Buddha in a temple.
"Forget it. There's no point thinking about something so far away..."
Realizing his thoughts had wandered, Chen Changming gave a bitter smile and forcibly reeled them back in.
He closed his eyes and focused, guiding the circulation of the blood and qi within his body according to the technique.
His blood and qi flowed through his body along designated meridians like crimson flood dragons.
With every cycle, a trace of warmth remained around his shoulders and back. It was a sign that new arms were being nurtured.
Cultivation knew neither day nor night.
Three months passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, Chen Changming sat cross-legged in his cave abode, his blood and qi churning like boiling water. Two enormous lumps of flesh bulged from his shoulders and back, as though something inside were struggling and growing.
"Break!"
Chen Changming shouted softly, and the blood and qi within him erupted.
Screech—
The clothes over his shoulders and back tore apart as two incomparably