The Creation Copper Heart was a serene, undisturbed space. After settling into a routine, Su Chen lived there methodically, constantly fine-tuning his condition.
The rapid flow of time in this environment distorted Su Chen's perception. Without the Copper Spirit's reminders, he would have no idea how long had actually passed.
On this day, Su Chen lay on his back on the obsidian-like ground, his eyes shut tight, conserving every last bit of Physical Strength.
CRACKLE—
Molten-gold electric arcs hissed and burst across his body. A fine, web-like pattern of golden lines surfaced on his skin, while crimson veins pulsed rhythmically beneath.
The ground beneath him had transformed into a crimson ocean. The flames were no ordinary color; up close, they appeared liquid, viscous, and heavy, swirling around his body like the tassels of a ceremonial crown.
