He had 236 wisps of Human Dao Fire left. As Chen Yansen focused his mind, he was surprised to discover a new "Synthesize" button.
100 wisps of Human Dao Fire could be smelted into one wisp of Divine Dao Fire.
Fuck!
What a fucking pay-to-win system!
Chen Yansen cursed out loud in anger. He'd figured out why his Spirit stat hadn't changed after hitting 10. So it turned out he had to feed it higher-tier materials.
After a moment of thought, he didn't synthesize the Divine Dao Fire. Instead, he added the fire to his Physique.
A wisp of white mist, as thick as two fingers, materialized out of thin air and shot into the space between his eyebrows. It was that familiar feeling again: a bone-chilling cold spreading from within, scouring his very flesh and bone.
His heart pounded violently, like a booming bronze bell.
Three minutes later, Chen Yansen slowly opened his eyes, let out a long breath, and stretched his arms and legs.
