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Sitting cross-legged in the furnace, Golden Spirit began to circulate the Celestial Phenomena Body Refinement Technique, struggling to withstand the flames.

When controlled to a specific intensity, the Samadhi True Fire could also aid in physical cultivation.

However, the pain it inflicted was extraordinary, far beyond what ordinary people could endure.

“Not bad. At least he’s not completely clueless,” Ning Changge said with a smile, nodding approvingly.

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