The fiery-red sun rose from the horizon, its scorching rays tearing apart the night sky and shining upon every corner of the land.

On a certain mountain peak, Zhou Yuan was seated within a giant wooden vat. The vat was filled with viscous golden liquid, which was currently boiling like oil. Despite this, Zhou Yuan remained calm and composed; only the occasional tremble of his flesh betrayed the pain he was enduring.

Over the past eight days of travelling, he had tirelessly borrowed the golden water to temper his body each night.

Though the pain was tremendous, Zhou Yuan had gradually grown numb to it, and he could now clearly feel the enormous transformation that was occurring in his body.

The golden water was extremely beneficial to external cultivation.

Warm sunlight sprinkled from the sky, landing on Zhou Yuan’s body.

His tightly shut eyes slowly cracked open. Every...