Yang Qi’s newly reformed bones were etched with magical symbols praising the Lord of the gods, symbols that seemed to have the power to pierce through everything, and absorb universal power.

As his bones formed, he could sense his marrow multiplying within them. It was like drop after drop of the purest of liquids, all of them tiny magical symbols that were akin to the particles of the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth.

As his bones linked together, they formed a skeleton, not that of a human, but something more graceful than that. It was a more perfect design in which the positions of the five viscera and six bowels were arranged within the bones to become something like a spell formation. It was the Physique of the Sovereign Lord, a source of boundless power, something that could absorb any blow, and could draw upon universal power.

As his bones formed, the lightning outside grew more intense.

His organs continued to grow, including his heart, lungs, stomach, and so on, and all of them surpassed anything human. They were pure and translucent, free of any impurities, almost...