It seems that during this process, the body is disassembled and reorganized countless times.
At this moment, areas previously untouched in his cultivation, the tiniest parts within his body, are all enveloped by rolling thunder.
It's unclear how much time has passed.
The thunder gradually becomes barely audible.
Fang Zheng opens his eyes, with a flicker of lightning deep within his pupils, and feels a long-lost sense of comfort coursing through his entire body.
Clarity!
Comfort!
Ease...
"This is how it should be!"
He stretches his muscles and bones with a smile on his face:
"Training used to feel like hammering the body with a sledgehammer; although every time I got stronger, it wasn't a pleasant experience."
"Nothing like the comfort of today!"
"After being stuck for several days and nights, having a good sleep can't even compare!"
Stretching out his hand, he clenches his fist.
"Boom!"
