Dinner is over.
Zhang Fusheng, in his own quiet room, silently practiced the Tiger Roar Fist, simultaneously using the Spring Thunder Technique to vibrate his tendons and bones, channeling a vast amount of Mysterious Factors into his body, achieving one Circulation of Heaven after another.
"Does the form of the Divine Realm have to be fixed?"
"Life Soul.....where do I find a Life Soul?"
He was somewhat troubled.
His second senior sister said that the Life Soul of a cultivating planet is only available in at least medium-sized cities for sale, and the price is exorbitant, with even the cheapest and most inferior Life Soul costing a few hundred thousand.
As for the most expensive?
That's a nine-figure sum.
"The physical body is a precious raft; without enough physical cultivation, I can't fully utilize the power of the Divine Realm."
