At this moment, Jiang Ping seemed to be draped in a golden cloak, vivid and flowing with luster.

"8th-rank Golden Skin, signifying Great Perfection," he murmured slightly, revealing a smile.

This was an unparalleled realm, one that had left Yangcheng's prodigy, Song Yuanshan, lingering for two years, expending vast resources, yet ending in regret.

Even someone as strong as Chen An had once openly expressed regret for not reaching this stage.