The cavernous private training grounds, arved deep into the bedrock of the compound and reinforced with array-lined obsidian slabs, became Shen Yu's solitary cage.
Once the massive, solid iron doors clanged shut behind him, sealing him away from the rest of the world, he deactivated the restrictive Qi-coating around his limbs.
Instantly, the terrifying, hyper-dense kinetic weight of his restructured biology flooded back into his muscles.
The mere transition caused the air to ripple, his physical presence alone warping the local atmospheric pressure.
"To tame a beast, one must let it run wild," Shen Yu murmured, his golden eyes reflecting the cold torchlight.
He didn't start with basic stretches or simple forms. To recalibrate a body that had undergone a legendary restructuring, he needed an absolute anchor.
He needed a medium that demanded the flawless synchronization of every bone, muscle, and drop of liquid Qi.
