"A Thousand Years Old."
"COME AT ME." Red growls at the sky, taunting it.
He then shifts his focus from nourishing his Nascent Soul to his meridians.
As if connecting constellations, some of his meridians activate in very quick succession and to a pattern of his choosing.
'Concept of the Earth … Three Layered Shield …'
With one push of his will, three octagonal shaped rock tablets appear above him the size of a sumo rings, and at least a meter thick each.
He does not dare use the lightning to refine his body. Unlike the eleven lightnings that came before which his body endured and exploited; he knows that the incoming one is different.
He does not want to overdo his defense however.