The Dao Network roared, and on the Creation Furnace, countless marks appeared.
With each breath, Li Fan's physical strength increased at a thousandfold pace.
And from beginning to end, Li Fan never felt any hunger. It seemed as if there was an inexhaustible source of power replenishing his body.
Li Fan was immersed in the rapid advancement of his physical prowess, almost unable to extricate himself.
Until Nangong Hongzhao came to visit.
"Brother Ma, how is your cultivation?"
"Just started, this art is indeed extraordinary. But also very difficult to practice." Li Fan, his face pale, coughed lightly and said weakly.
Nangong Hongzhao saw Li Fan's unsteady vitality, as if he had been hit by a massive force and was injured seriously. He quickly expressed concern: "Don't rush it. The Mystic Coffin case is still under investigation. Our break won't end until a definitive conclusion is reached."
