(With Jia Hao, it was the Heavenly Tyrant Thunder. Now this fool… Titan Indestructible Body. A body that grows harder the more it is tempered, a physique that turns pain into power.)
His lips curved faintly.
(In the future he'll be a walking fortress.)
Li Fengyuan once again went through his boundless treasury of cultivation techniques in his memory.
Among the countless techniques, there were many suitable techniques for him.
Li Fengyuan weighed them silently.
In the end, he chose the Primordial Supreme God-King Body, the best of the best.
Although there was physical pain and suffering to achieve the peak, he felt that once Zhao Dazhu overcame it, he would truly become a person whose body was indestructible.
His eyes opened, gleaming faintly with amusement.
And moreover, he felt that suffering a bit would be good for tempering Zhao Dazhu's character as well.
He would also be there for him, so Li Fengyuan didn't think that Zhao Dazhu would fail.
No! He would make sure that Zhao Dazhu succeeded.
"I have chosen!"
Before Zhao Dazhu could say anything, Li Fengyuan raised his hand and pressed two fingers against Zhao Dazhu's forehead.
Zhao Dazhu's body jolted the instant Li Fengyuan's fingers touched.
A blazing torrent of knowledge surged into his mind, as though a thousand mountains came crashing down all at once.
Every breath, every beat of his heart echoed with the weight of heaven and earth.
Even though he was just sitting, it felt like his body was going through the most brutal training imaginable, far beyond what he could normally endure.
The Primordial Supreme God-King Body!
A method that tempered flesh into an eternal monument, skin into divine steel, bones into unyielding pillars.
Suffering was the hammer, pain the chisel, and endurance the fire.
The more one endured, the stronger the body became—without limit, without end.
Zhao Dazhu gasped as the torrent finally subsided. His knees buckled, and he nearly collapsed, sweat dripping down his forehead.
His chest rose and fell rapidly, his eyes trembling wide open.
"This… this is…!"
Words failed him. His throat felt dry.
Compared to the basic body-refining breathing he'd practiced since childhood, this wasn't just a difference between heaven and earth—it was as if he had been crawling in the mud his whole life, only to suddenly catch a glimpse of the divine throne above the nine heavens.
Qi rushed into his body on its own, pressing down on his bones and skin like a mountain, yet instead of breaking him, it was absorbed, subtly strengthening him bit by bit.
Zhao Dazhu's face flushed red, veins bulging on his neck as he endured the pressure.
But then—his eyes widened in exhilaration.
(This… this is insane! This is cultivation? No, this is like being reborn!)
Now he understood Jia Hao's over-the-top reaction. It wasn't fake at all!
Li Fengyuan wasn't bragging when he said that what he had was thousands of times better.
It wasn't an overestimation but rather an underestimation.
He felt that with such a cultivation technique, even a pig would start flying.
"Just how—"
"You two cultivate with the cultivation techniques I taught. I need to find one for myself as well."
Li Fengyuan cut Zhao Dazhu off before he could even ask where he had gotten such a powerful technique.
Li Fengyuan knew what he wanted to ask, but he would rather not answer—and lying was something he disliked, especially to his brothers.
Zhao Dazhu didn't argue, nor did Jia Hao interrupt.
Their gratitude was sky high, and rather than wanting to know the answer, they just wanted to start cultivating.
The two of them nodded then sat down, eyes closed, and began to practice.
Li Fengyuan was now left alone.
(I wonder what attribute I would have.)
He thought with high expectations after witnessing his two brothers blessed with such powerful attributes.
One might think that with his previous life's memories he would know his attributes and the best technique for himself.
But when he had cultivated to that point in his past life, he only learned how to check one's attributes after his body had already been transformed by the technique he practiced for hundreds of years.
At this moment, however, he hadn't even started cultivating seriously.
His body was a blank state, untainted, with only his birth attributes—untouched by any external force.
Li Fengyuan sat cross-legged, closing his eyes, his breathing slowing until the world itself seemed to vanish.
Qi stirred faintly in his body as his consciousness sank inward, tracing through his meridians, probing every corner of his flesh and bones the same way he had done for Jia Hao and Zhao Dazhu.
At first, he expected to feel some flicker—lightning, flame, mountain, water, anything.
But there was nothing.
No resonance.
No echo.
No attribute.
Just silence.
Li Fengyuan's brows furrowed slightly. He probed again, deeper this time, with more precision. But the result remained the same.
Nothing!
"So it's like this."
His lips curled into a wry smile.
After seeing Jia Hao's Heavenly Tyrant Thunder and Zhao Dazhu's Titan Indestructible Body, part of him had secretly hoped—no, expected—that his own body would carry something extraordinary.
Some hidden, peerless attribute that would make sense of his rebirth.
But he had nothing. A blank slate!
"Now, I'm just sad."
For a brief moment, disappointment tugged at his chest. Compared to the dazzling gifts of his sworn brothers, he was ordinary.
Yet that feeling faded as quickly as it came.
(Hah! Being able to regress was already a miracle. Having some heaven-defying attribute on top of that would have made things too easy.)
Not to mention, he should have already known.
In his previous life, both Zhao Dazhu and Jia Hao had grown strong despite lacking resources—it must have been due to their innate attributes.
On the other hand, he had no compatibility, no physique, no attributes. No wonder he had advanced so slowly and was so weak.
He leaned back slightly, gazing at the faint light spilling in through the window.
(Unlike them, I'm not bound by anything. I can mold myself however I see fit. The body is empty, yes—but emptiness can become anything. Attributes can be forged. If the right opportunities come, even heaven itself can be stolen.)
The corner of his lips tugged upward, his smirk returning.
Indeed—he had seen countless techniques that entire sects would slaughter for, methods lost to the rivers of time.
His body was a blank canvas, and in his hands rested every brush imaginable.
He could choose techniques like Jia Hao or Zhao Dazhu.
His body would reshape itself over time, taking on whatever nature he cultivated.
Since he has no attribute, there won't be any conflict either.
If fortune smiled, he might even awaken attributes that matched the Cultivation Technique.
But that route… was not the one he wished to take.