Chen Jiu was not old, only in his fifties.
With his talent, he had the potential to strive for Grandmaster status in the future.
At night.
Lu Chenzhou lay in bed, tossing and turning restlessly.
By midnight, when he had finally fallen asleep, he was awakened by the agony in his body, as if billions of tiny sprouts were emerging and spurs of bone were piercing through.
Mysterious dark forces continuously emerged from the Acupoints, strengthening his skull, hardening his scalp, and flowing through the muscle and bones of Lu Chenzhou, forming a thin black film on his legs. The sheen circulated, solidifying into armor—not only that, but his feet, palms, limbs, joints, neck, hips... more black light continuously took form.
Lu Chenzhou looked at this scene with delight.
"I thought it would take a few more days, but I didn't expect to transform today," he said.
Unable to sleep, he simply got up to practice Pile Skill, waiting for the transformation to complete.
