The Martial Will of Ancient Gods

Back in East Mountain Town, Li Shun had tried cultivating Azure Wood Invocation.

But it was, after all, a secret art practiced by the Primordial Ten Shamans. The life force of Heaven and Earth it drew forth was boundless. Even the faintest wisp drawn in when the art activated was more than Li Shun's frail body could bear.

He had nearly burst apart from within.

Now, in the Martial World, when the puppet Fang Han activated Azure Wood Invocation, a torrent of life force from Heaven and Earth came rushing toward him once more.

This time, it was no longer a raging, uncontrollable flood as it had been in the Great Qian World.

Instead, it became a murmuring stream, quietly soaking through every part of his body.

The life force of Heaven and Earth poured into him, swiftly nourishing and repairing the countless hidden injuries this body had accumulated through years of relentless physical training.

For a moment, countless tiny crackles rang out inside him, like lightning flickering through his flesh.

Ordinary physical training followed a set order: temper the skin, then the flesh, then the bones.

But under the nourishment of Azure Wood Invocation, every part of his body was washed through at once.

With every passing moment, his body underwent a leap in quality, a transformation from within.

A long while passed. Only when he sensed that his body had reached the limit of what it could bear for now did Fang Han finally stop, still wanting more. He merely stretched, and his bones answered with a string of crisp pops.

From the outside, there seemed to be little change. His muscles had not swelled dramatically, nor had his physique gained any striking definition. But Fang Han knew full well that beneath the surface, this body was no