บท 479: Peerless Painting Scroll

On the altar, Chu Feng sat silently in a cross-legged position and no longer connected with the outside world.

His figure became hazy as high-grade energy mists shrouded his unmoving body.

However, the inside of his body wasn't calm at all. The world therein had been flipped over as major changes took place. His origin after severing dozens of shackles was like an erupting volcano—energy gushed out like a breached dike and rushed towards every inch of his flesh and blood, refining his bones and tendons.

Looking within, one could see damage and destruction everywhere just like the boiling lava of hell. It almost seemed to be going out of control.

He had already broken through his confinements and was marching on the carefree realm!

But this kind of feeling was extremely uncomfortable because he had opened too many shackles. Presently, he was surging with energy and attacking in unison, almost tearing his body apart.