At that thought, an idea suddenly sparked in Qin Feng's mind. He recalled an absurd theory from some of the low-quality, heavily altered novels that circulated among the Empire's lower classes—the idea that after a sudden surge in strength, a Martial Artist would be unable to control their newfound power and would need to spend a great deal of time in a so-called "adaptation period."
To Qin Feng, this was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard.
The Human Empire's path of Martial Dao cultivation was a grand, meticulously structured, and scientifically sound system forged through eons of war and bloodshed, then refined and optimized by countless ancient sages.
He, Qin Feng, had spent twelve whole years raising his life force index from 532 to 1730!
Over those twelve years, he had consumed top-tier resources worth 4,600 Contribution Points and endured the inhuman agony of his body being torn apart and reassembled time and time again.
