Immediately after, that familiar searing heat swept through his entire body.
Unlike the previous times when it merely strengthened his muscles, this time, the heat penetrated straight to his marrow.
Han Feng couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, gripping the armrests of his seat tightly.
The bones within his body were undergoing a drastic transformation.
His bones were becoming denser at a visible rate, and the faint golden sheen on their surface was growing richer.
They even began to form a kind of natural pattern on the surface of the bones.
The patterns looked just like the forging lines on famous ancient swords.
The intense pain came and went quickly.
After just a dozen seconds, the heat receded, replaced by an unprecedented feeling of clarity.
Han Feng gasped for air, his Flight Suit already soaked with sweat, but his spirits were soaring to their peak.
'Open panel.'
[Host: Han Feng]
[Class: Apprentice Sword Cultivator]
