Although he had been writhing in terrible pain earlier, Riley now threw his head back and laughed heartily.

His voice carried like rolling thunder through the empty chamber, echoing against the cold stone walls.

The sound was wild, unrestrained, and filled with triumph.

"Nice. The hard part is done—now comes the easy part." His lips curled into a wolfish grin, sharp and triumphant, as though he were daring the heavens themselves to stop him.

With deliberate intent, Riley lifted his hand and summoned the storage ring that his master Adam had reluctantly given him.

He could still remember his master's bitter smile when handing it over—an entire fortune condensed into this single ring.

But to Riley, it wasn't just wealth. It was fuel. It was destiny.

Unlike ordinary cultivators shackled by bottlenecks and delicate meridians, the God Titan Physique was a path of pure defiance.

His body was the cauldron, his flesh the vessel, his spirit the unyielding forge.

Where others meditated and begged for enlightenment, he would simply devour the world's treasures and turn them into his own strength.

"Let's begin eating," Riley murmured, his eyes glowing with a strange hunger.

With a wave of his hand, treasures spilled out in piles before him—mountains of radiant herbs, luminous fruits glowing with liquid qi, spirit stones that pulsed like captured stars.

The air grew thick with energy, the chamber vibrating under the sheer density of resources gathered in one place.

For an ordinary cultivator, just breathing here would be enough to shatter their meridians.

But Riley? Riley opened his mouth and swallowed without hesitation.

The first bite was a crimson fruit, its juice igniting like fire the moment it touched his tongue.

Heat surged down his throat, spreading into his stomach like molten iron.

He should have screamed, but instead he grinned wider.

Then came the second, the third, the tenth—spirit herbs bursting with energy that he chewed and crushed like ordinary food.

His body roared in protest, yet the God Titan Physique absorbed everything, converting the violent storm into power.

"Bang!"

A thunderous explosion echoed from deep within his core.

Veins of golden light flickered beneath his skin, racing along his arms like divine lightning.

His bones groaned, expanding, reforging themselves under the torrent of energy.

His heart pounded like a war drum, each beat shaking the chamber with invisible force.

The ground trembled.

The air itself warped.

And still Riley ate.

Stones cracked beneath his feet as waves of qi erupted from his body.

Outside, disciples in nearby courtyards suddenly froze mid-cultivation, their faces turning pale.

"What… what is this pressure?!" one gasped, clutching his chest.

"It's coming from the new disciple's cultivation mountain!" another stammered, eyes wide in disbelief.

They could feel it—the rise of something monstrous, something that didn't belong in the ordinary ranks of cultivation.

Back inside, Riley clenched his fists as his body swelled with overwhelming strength.

His muscles gleamed faintly with a golden sheen, every fiber screaming with power.

His skin began to exude faint patterns, like ancient runes awakening after millennia of slumber.

Finally, he threw his head back and roared.

The sound wasn't human—it was primal, vast, like the bellow of a god awakening after ages of silence.

The chamber walls shook violently, cracks spiderwebbing across them.

For a moment, it felt as though the entire mountain was quivering under his presence.

And then… silence.

Riley opened his eyes, and for a brief second, his pupils glowed with molten gold.

His grin returned, sharp and feral.

"That wasn't as easy as I expected," he whispered.

"More." Riley's voice was hoarse, trembling between agony and unshakable resolve.

His body screamed at him to stop, every nerve lit with pain, yet his spirit refused to yield.

Power surged within him like a storm trying to tear free of its vessel, threatening to split him apart at the seams.

His bones cracked and groaned as though hammered on an anvil.

His meridians, designed to channel energy in smooth rivers, were more like raging floods now, bursting against their banks and threatening to tear him to shreds.

His skin stretched taut over bulging muscle, glowing faintly as arcs of lightning-like qi danced across his frame.

He could have stopped.

He could have chosen the safe path, digesting the resources slowly, allowing time to temper the violent influx of power.

But Riley wasn't afforded the luxury of patience.

The unknown dangers lurking ahead, the hidden enemies waiting in this new world, the responsibility he bore for his people—all of it demanded that he push beyond reason.

He clenched his jaw and reached again into the storage ring.

More glowing spirit stones.

More treasures that sect disciples would have hoarded like priceless jewels.

Riley crushed them in his hands and devoured them greedily, each bite unleashing waves of energy that roared through him like thunder.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The chamber quaked as his body expanded, flesh swelling to monstrous proportions.

His shoulders pressed against the chamber walls, his head nearly scraping the ceiling as his mass grew uncontrollably.

His veins pulsed like molten rivers, glowing faintly beneath his skin, while his eyes shone with an eerie golden light.

Every heartbeat detonated like a war drum, shaking dust loose from the mountain itself.

"More… give me more!" he roared, his voice deepened by the God Titan Physique, echoing unnaturally through the chamber.

For a moment, it looked as though his body would finally betray him.

Blood seeped from tiny cracks along his arms and chest, sizzling against his overheated skin.

Steam poured out of his pores as impurities were forcefully ejected, filling the room with the acrid scent of burnt filth.

But then—Riley exhaled.

A long, controlled breath, the kind only someone who had stared into death's jaws could muster.

The God Titan Physique stirred, digesting the rampaging energy, knitting his torn flesh, reforging his bones.

Slowly, painfully, his body shrank back down, returning to something resembling human form.

His breathing steadied, though every inhale still rattled his ribs like thunder.

He sat cross-legged, drenched in sweat, chest heaving.

And yet his eyes gleamed—not with exhaustion, but with hunger.

"This… is nothing! I can take more," he muttered.

The cycle continued. Expand, devour, stabilize, return.

Each repetition left him stronger, his body harder, his aura thicker.

His skin grew faintly darker, not from dirt, but as though bronze-like lines were etching themselves beneath the surface.

Strange golden tattoos flickered across his arms and chest, appearing and disappearing like phantom brands of some ancient, divine lineage.

His veins glowed faintly, carrying not just qi, but raw might.

Even the air around him began to change.

With every surge of energy, the faint outline of a colossal figure flickered into existence behind him—a towering phantom with broad shoulders, bulging muscles, and eyes that burned like twin suns.

It was the embryonic form of the God Titan Physique, his body becoming the vessel of an ancient power that defied conventional cultivation.

Riley stared at the flickering titan shadow and smirked.

His fingers curled into fists, the bones inside cracking like tempered steel.

The chamber quaked again as Riley pulled out more resources, his aura swelling like a storm that refused to be contained.

And the training slash cultivation continued.

The process dragged on for what felt like an eternity.

Seven grueling hours passed in the sealed cultivation chamber, every second filled with thunderous booms, flesh tearing and mending, qi raging like a storm tide.

By the time it ended, Riley sat cross-legged in the center, his body drenched in sweat and blood, every muscle trembling with the aftermath of violence.

His clothes had been reduced to nothing but rags long ago, torn apart under the pressure of his swelling form.

Now he sat naked, but utterly indifferent to such trivial things.

His breathing steadied, each inhale pulling in the qi of heaven and earth, each exhale rumbling like a dragon's growl.

When his eyes finally opened, the room lit up.

Red flames blazed in his gaze, flickering violently as though they were trying to devour the world itself.

His pupils were gone—consumed by an inferno that radiated both power and destruction.

And within that fiery void, something deeper stirred—an abyss of strength far beyond the reach of conventional cultivation, a force that belonged to neither mortal nor immortal.

Riley flexed his hand, and the very air warped around his fingers.

"Incredible…" he whispered, his voice rough, hoarse, yet carrying an edge of exhilaration.

The God Titan Physique had taken root in him.

His body was no longer bound by the limits of ordinary spiritual roots or the shackles of sect rankings.

What he had awakened was a path that consumed, refined, and transformed everything into raw, godlike might.

The flames in his eyes flared again, and for a brief moment, the phantom of a colossal figure flickered into existence behind him—its outline towering, its presence suffocating, its gaze identical to his own.

"In my body…" Riley muttered, clenching his fists tighter, "…lies a power that even the heavens cannot measure."

The chamber fell silent again, but the oppressive aura he left behind was proof—Riley had stepped into a realm far beyond what any disciple should have reached in such a short time.