Wen Ran scanned the text etched into his mind, his heart pounding wildly. This was an opportunity so heaven-defying that it would not only be the greatest chance of his life but also a glimmer of hope for survival—however faint it might be. Despite the manual foretelling his doom, he believed this heavenly punishment must be far less severe than the one awaiting the tenth circle of Spirit Gathering. This was a perfect chance to temper his body, preparing it for the trials ahead.
"Hahaha!" He laughed maniacally, his heart steadying as his fear dissolved into determination. This is perfect! Let the heavens try to take my life—I will endure it all! His grin widened, wild and unrestrained. Without hesitation, Wen Ran focused the raw, untamed spiritual energy surging around him and began refining his body. The faintest golden radiance started to envelop his inner organs, though it was too dim to see clearly. It was still the beginning of the technique, but the effects were undeniable.
