Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Then, the next moment, Ning Zhuo’s body sensed it.

His entire skin seemed to undergo friction with various materials—rough coldness of minerals, warmth of spirit wood, residual heat from metal burns, sticky slickness of demon blood...

His nose was filled with an assortment of smells—sulfur, charcoal, molten metal, herbal juices, some fragrant, some strong, some bitter, some pungent...

His ears filled with roaring furnace fires, metal hammering, material explosions, the low hum of embryonic equipment...

Experiencing it first-hand!

Qingwu Langjun slowly stopped, his eyes flickering with joy: ”You truly are my opportunity!”

This was what both parties had agreed upon, to first try cultivation and see the results.

The first attempt was a resounding success!

”In just a brief moment, my refining realm has reached the apprentice-level peak!” Ning Zhuo was delighted, not surprised by his absorption and understanding of true intent.

What surprised him was his physical body.

”The principles imbued in my body are perfectly endured and even align with the relevant true intent, helping me understand more deeply from a perception perspective!”

”This is truly amazing!”

Sun Lingtong had been closely monitoring the situation the whole time.

Upon learning this, he immediately exclaimed: ”Little Zhuo, your body is extraordinary. Normally, these principles added to the body is like publicly refining flesh as a magic treasure. How could it not get hurt!”