Cultivating the Heaven Refining Demoniac Qi again
Soon, Lu Zhen's body underwent another transformation.
His long black hair started to turn blond in thin air, his bones made cracking sounds, and his weight slightly decreased.
After more than half of his black hair turned golden, however, it abruptly stopped mid-way.
Leaving Lu Zhen's hair in a strange half-blood state, less than half black.
The cracking sound finally stopped, and Lu Zhen felt slick and graceful.
Previously, Lu Zhen emitted a power of strength, and now he started to emit a slick and graceful aura from his muscles alone.
Lu Zhen slowly opened his eyes; his crimson pupils were slightly tinged with a golden hue, making some parts of his pupils tinged with shades of orange.
"Oh."
He could feel a strange power coursing through his veins.
"I succeeded!" Lu Zhen stood up from the ground, feeling refreshed.
"An ancestral bloodline from a god-level martial artist was so easily implanted in me?"