Han Yu's spirit sense swept through his meridians, tracing every pathway with meticulous care. They were wider, smoother, reinforced in subtle ways that he had not achieved even through prolonged tempering. There were no hidden injuries, no unstable nodes, no lingering fatigue.
His Core drew his attention next.
The deep crimson sphere rotated slowly, radiating a calm, powerful presence. It was stable to an almost frightening degree. There was no turbulence, no imbalance. This was not a rushed breakthrough, nor a forced advancement.
It was perfect.
Han Yu frowned slightly.
"I thought the Stelae only granted inheritances," he muttered inwardly.
Yet his body had clearly been refined as well. Not just repaired, but optimized. It reminded him of high-level body refinement techniques, the kind that only elders or ancient legacies could provide.
He did not dislike it.
But it raised questions.
There was still that feeling.
