Chapter 271: Problem Solved
Chapter 271: Problem Solved
Using the bronze anchor to fix the only weak point on his body was a sudden flash of inspiration for Gao Jing.
He embedded the bronze anchor into his chest purely by following his instincts, without considering whether it would succeed.
It felt as if guided by some inner voice, Gao Jing completed the final step after the Beast Spirit Fusion!
Soaked in blood, the bronze anchor once again radiated a bright brilliance, and Power of Faith surged out continuously.
Gao Jing felt as if it was becoming one with his body. From the torn wound, countless tiny fleshy tendrils grew out, spreading and covering it at a visible speed.
In the blink of an eye, the dense knot of fleshy tendrils completely enveloped the bronze anchor inside Gao Jing.
Then, the outermost layer grew tough skin, seamlessly merging with the surrounding flesh. All the wounds vanished without a trace, and there was absolutely no indication of the bronze anchor buried within!
Success?
Gao Jing couldn’t help but reach out and touch the spot on his chest.
Originally, this area was quite soft, sinking deeply inward even at the touch of a finger.
But now, it was incredibly hard, almost as if a small, heart-protecting mirror had been inlaid beneath his skin.
Gao Jing suspected not even a bullet could pierce it!
Although the bronze anchor couldn’t completely protect the entire heart, eliminating this weak point was excellent enough.
Moreover, he no longer needed to worry about losing the bronze anchor by accident.
However, a new problem arose.
The bronze anchor needed recharging; otherwise, Gao Jing couldn’t traverse between the two worlds.
If he didn’t take it out, how could he charge it?
He couldn’t exactly start poking an electrical outlet with his finger, could he?
Gao Jing focused his will, urging Battle Qi to materialize the Dragon-Scale Armor once more.
The Dragon-Scale Armor was his innate Combat Technique obtained after fusing with the Viper Serpent Beast Spirit.
Like Totem Combat Arts, innate Combat Techniques also needed Battle Qi to activate and Spiritual Soul will to control.
But innate Combat Techniques consumed significantly less Battle Qi than Totem Combat Arts. Therefore, unless facing external attacks, Gao Jing could maintain the Dragon-Scale Armor for long periods.
Dark red scales, each the size of a palm, emerged through his skin. In moments, the Dragon-Scale Armor had fully materialized outside Gao Jing’s body.
And the bronze anchor reappeared, becoming part of the Dragon-Scale Armor, embedded right over the spot on his chest.
It emitted a faint, glorious light, like an emblem of pride!
Gao Jing tested it, easily plucking the bronze anchor off the Dragon-Scale Armor.
And once placed back, it locked securely into place!
It seemed there was a special connection between the bronze anchor and the Dragon-Scale Armor.
This pleased Gao Jing immensely.
The charging problem was solved!
Feeling happy, he constantly adjusted the shape of the armor with his mind.
His dragon scales rattled as Gao Jing played with it gleefully.
He completely forgot about Old Shaman Shan Yan standing nearby.
The Elder Shaman had remained silent.
Everything that had just happened to Gao Jing greatly shocked him!
Back when Gao Jing chose his Primordial Totem, he set his heart on the Titan Totem.
At the time, Shan Yued had not approved of his choice.
As the most ancient totem, the Titan Totem hadn’t been modified or enhanced by any Shaman for over ten thousand years, because this Primordial Totem no longer held much benefit for Giants.
The Great Wilderness Giants’ sizes had already reached, or were close to, the growth limits this world could bear.
Striving for further enlargement often resulted in bodily collapse.
Ironically, the Titan Totem became suited for Abyssal Descendants instead.
The problem was, Abyssal Descendants like Gao Jing, even if they cultivated the Titan Totem to its limit, achieving double their original size was considered remarkable. Yet compared to true Giants, they remained very weak, and this path often hindered their overall development.
But how long had it been since Gao Jing became a Totem Warrior? He had already enlarged to a size comparable to a three- or four-year-old child from the Shan Yue Tribe. To Shan Yan, this was utterly bewildering.
It completely overturned his understanding.
The Elder Shaman had never seen or heard of any Abyss Dweller cultivating the Titan Totem to such a degree.
Furthermore, this clearly wasn’t Gao Jing’s limit.
The Elder Shaman suspected that one day, Gao Jing could transform into an authentic Giant!
That would truly be a miracle.
In truth, this still somewhat fit within Shan Yan’s understanding. After all, the ancestors of the Great Wilderness had evolved into their current forms over generations precisely by cultivating the Titan Totem.
Gao Jing was merely condensing a process of ten thousand years.
What truly baffled the Elder Shaman was how, during the Beast Spirit Fusion, Gao Jing not only absorbed the Viper Serpent’s essence into his body but even managed to fuse with the Viper Serpent’s physical form.
Let alone its essence, the Viper Serpent’s body itself was far larger than Gao Jing!
Moreover, Gao Jing had manifested such an imposing Dragon-Scale Armor.
The Old Shaman couldn’t fathom the reason, only attributing it to the Viper Serpent Bloodline Gao Jing originally possessed.
He faintly sensed it.
He seemed to be witnessing the rise of a truly extraordinary figure!
Meanwhile, back inside the Totem formation, Gao Jing finally adjusted the Dragon-Scale Armor to its perfect form. Instantly, he retracted it back into his body.
This way, the next time he materialized it, it would retain the same form without needing readjustment.
Gao Jing let out a long breath and cut off the Battle Qi flowing from his Crimson Python Rune to the Titan Totem.
He deflated like a pin-pricked balloon, his size rapidly shrinking back to his original stature.
He flexed his limbs briefly. Only then did Gao Jing notice Shan Yan staring intently at him.
The Elder Shaman’s eyes burned with intensity!
Gao Jing hastily retrieved clothes and leather armor from his Storage Space and dressed himself. He then bowed deeply to the Elder Shaman.
He was thanking him for presiding over this most crucial ritual.
Old Shaman Shan Yan waved his hand dismissively.
He hesitated for a moment before asking, “Gao Jing, do you feel anything… off?”
Beast Spirit Fusion was perilous. Many Totem Warriors exploded bodily during the ritual, unable to withstand the Monster Beast spirit’s power, while many more suffered serious injuries.
Even among the few who succeeded and fused a Beast Spirit, some failed to fully suppress the backlash from the Monster Beast spirit.
This resulted in chaos in their Spiritual Soul and will, making a normal life impossible!
This was the Elder Shaman’s greatest fear.
“Off?”
Gao Jing looked inward. He found his body stronger than ever. The Crimson Python Rune within his chest had expanded many times over, now completely encasing his heart.
His Spiritual Soul and will felt sturdier and more powerful, his perception of the external world greatly enhanced.
These were undoubtedly positive changes!
The only thing was… the Power of Faith within his Copper Anchor Space was nearly depleted.
The Faith Pool, which had been almost full and on the verge of a fourth upgrade, now held only a shallow layer of Power of Faith.
But this didn’t feel “off.”
Gao Jing understood better than anyone – if the Bronze Anchor hadn’t saved him again at that critical moment, he would likely be ash now!
The Power of Faith spent was simply the necessary price.
“No,” Gao Jing answered firmly. “I feel good.”
Better than ever before!