Looking at Meng Chuan again, Huijue almost cried out in shock!
"Amitabha—"
Huijue composed himself, his gaze sharp.
He saw Meng Chuan's bare white-boned right arm, where strands of muscle twined and interwove like red silk threads, gathering more and more.
The surface of the bones emitted a faint golden glow, seemingly adjusting themselves until the muscles completely enveloped them, invisible, with only a faint "kaka" sound beneath the muscles.
The membranes, carrying the blood, retracted back into the body, with a drumming heartbeat echoing from the damaged chest cavity.
Each beat shook the surrounding rubble loose.
"Flesh regenerates..."
Huijue, witnessing this extraordinary recovery ability, murmured to himself.
This went beyond what ordinary hard skills could achieve.
Blood rebirth, a means of the Great Venerable.
The flesh regenerating from bones, vividly appearing before him.
This far exceeded the limits of a Martial Arts Grandmaster's mighty physique.
