More frightening still, this furnace could help living beings reshape their bodies.
It made one's body more harmonious, more aligned with the supreme principles of the Great Dao of heaven and earth.
It also made it easier to control one's body and innate strength.
The furnace's only flaw was its enormous consumption.
Each use required a vast amount of resources.
Thus, the True Martial Sacred Sect had a rule: anyone who placed in the top three of the martial tournament would receive one chance to use the furnace.
Xu Zimo had also had the opportunity to use it when he became the Holy Son.
It was simply that he had no need for the furnace's aid and felt it was unnecessary.
In truth, most of the disciples who had returned to participate in the martial tournament had come for the furnace.
At this moment, atop Yan Nan Peak, Xu Zimo basked in the sun while casually flipping through a book.
These books had all been obtained from the Jue Tian Sect.
They contained many secrets recorded by the Jue Tian Sect. Whenever he had nothing to do, he would read them.
Sometimes, he could even glean useful intelligence from them.
Seeing how leisurely Xu Zimo was, Xia Zihe asked in confusion.
"Little Zimo, you're not worried at all.
"When the time comes, plenty of people will be aiming their spears at you, the Holy Son.
"I'm sure many of them would love to see you make a fool of yourself."
"Oh." Xu Zimo nodded calmly.
"You really are as steady as Mount Tai," Xia Zihe muttered before slowly continuing.
"Let me tell you, Holy Son is merely a title.
"Although your status in the sect is higher, many personal disciples won't take you seriously in private."
"Walk your own path.