One Sword, One Fist

The next instant, an enormous flood of insights suddenly appeared in his mind. Vast amounts of knowledge regarding the Shamanic Path surged madly through his thoughts, becoming the most deeply ingrained memories.

It was as though he had painstakingly cultivated the Shamanic Path hundreds of billions, tens of trillions, even hundreds of trillions of times. After endless days and nights, he had finally broken through to the true meaning of the next realm of the Shamanic Path, revealing its true form and condensing his own Shamanic God True Form.

It was an instinctive transformation of both spirit and body, as natural as if it had been bestowed by heaven, without the slightest awkwardness. In that instant, it was as though he had cultivated for countless years within some strange space, turning all his diligent training and bitter effort into a profound foundation. Now, after long accumulation, he had finally attained the Dao in a single day.

Lu Ren had no time to look at the system notifications scrolling endlessly before him. Instead, he focused on the earth-shaking changes within his body.

His tendons, bones, skin, flesh, marrow, and condensed spirit were all transformed by the vast amount of miraculous warm currents that had suddenly emerged within him, flowing through his limbs and body with heaven-shaking changes.

His blood energy, as vast as a galaxy, continually rose and condensed. It throbbed fiercely like a True Dragon, erupting with boundless power and transforming into a blazing stellar sun that pulsed without end.

The cultivation of hundreds of thousands or millions of years manifested within only a few breaths. His flesh and fascia were repeatedly destroyed and reassembled, while his bones cracked and shattered continuously. Then, at a microscopic level smaller than atoms, protons, neutrons, and even quarks began to rearrange and combine,