Although he had been writhing in terrible pain earlier, Riley now threw his head back and laughed heartily.
His voice carried like rolling thunder through the empty chamber, echoing against the cold stone walls.
The sound was wild, unrestrained, and filled with triumph.
"Nice. The hard part is done—now comes the easy part." His lips curled into a wolfish grin, sharp and triumphant, as though he were daring the heavens themselves to stop him.
With deliberate intent, Riley lifted his hand and summoned the storage ring that his master Adam had reluctantly given him.
He could still remember his master's bitter smile when handing it over—an entire fortune condensed into this single ring.
But to Riley, it wasn't just wealth. It was fuel. It was destiny.
Unlike ordinary cultivators shackled by bottlenecks and delicate meridians, the God Titan Physique was a path of pure defiance.
His body was the cauldron, his flesh the vessel, his spirit the unyielding forge.
