C22 (1/2)

The situation inside his body didn't seem too bad. Other than his meridians rising and falling a little, he couldn't find anything abnormal. However, this kind of phenomenon caused Ling Yan to be in a miserable state. His sitting cross-legged slightly trembled as sweat poured down his body.

Ling Yan was sure that a situation like his was absolutely unique in the world of cultivation. Did primeval essence have intelligence? This was impossible. Quintessential Essence was condensed from the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth. It was neither a heavenly material nor a creature with spiritual roots. No matter how long it was, it was impossible for Spiritual Awareness to turn into a spiritual object. Excluding this possibility, the only explanation left was the core.

Did the core have spiritual awareness? The only thing Ling Yan could do was grit his teeth and desperately resist the torture of tearing his meridians apart. However, Ling Yan wasn't worried that his life would be ended just like that.

Suddenly, without any warning, the true essence stopped at the middle position of the ”Ren Meridian”. Then, with a sudden surge, it became several times stronger than before. The consequences could be imagined.

This violent impact had already exceeded the limits of what Ling Yan could bear, and his entire body seemed to have been submerged in boiling water. Not only was his body incomparably hot, but more importantly, it was caused by his mental endurance and perseverance, and since he was unable to faint, he had to persevere. No matter what happened next, whether or not his life would truly end, at this point, he could only grit his teeth and persevere; this was the only thing he could do.

True essence was still unhurriedly tearing the meridian channels. After the meridian channels were ruptured, there were no signs of recovery. It quietly hung there, creating a shocking scene. Ling Yan could no longer bear the excruciating pain and the dizziness he was experiencing. The blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth and his Spiritual Altar within his sea of consciousness became more and more blurry.

Right when he was about to fall behind, a cool feeling appeared in his heart without any warning, so the cool feeling split and rushed towards the ”Ren Meridian”, covering the ruptured meridian in a way that could repair it. The true energy in front was still destroying it, but the moment the damaged meridian appeared, the cool feeling behind the meridian would immediately wrap it up and repair it.

After the cool sensation, Ling Yan regained his consciousness and could clearly feel what was happening inside his body. The cool sensation came from his core, and Ling Yan could clearly feel it; when the cool sensation first appeared, Ling Yan could vaguely feel a slight tremble in his core.

What was this feeling of coolness? At this point, Ling Yan had regained some of his focus, and was planning to think about some issues to reduce the pain. However, the pain was no longer limited to just his physical body; it had already involved his mind and soul, and the soul's manifestation was thought, interrupting his thoughts and thoughts. Therefore, Ling Yan was destined to feel the pain of the transformation until the end — he did not know how much time had passed, but Ling Yan was still able to feel it at first, and then his meridians and meridians, Yin Meridians, Yang Meridians, Yang Meridians, Yang Meridians, and so on. Right now, his body didn't seem to be in charge of anything. He could only helplessly wait for his true essence to obediently return to his dantian to stop and rest, so that he could take a breather.

However, before he could relax completely, his zhen yuan had taken the initiative to search for the Twelve Channels. The pain came again, and Ling Yan was left with no choice but to console himself in his heart.

Ling Yan was completely speechless. He even wanted to die. If someone could give Ling Yan a choice right now, he could either give up his cultivation and let him have his way; or he could continue to improve his cultivation. Ling Yan didn't hesitate to choose the former and was even grateful to that person.

This was because the primeval essence did not return to the dantian. Instead, it came from somewhere else and once again drilled into this place, going in the opposite direction to open up the tendons and veins for the second time. The four words, 'one day, one year' could no longer describe Ling Yan's current state of mind. Ling Yan no longer had the concept of time, as if the pain had no end. He felt as if a thousand years had passed, a thousand years had passed, and what awaited him would still be a thousand, ten thousand years.

He really wanted to give up — but he did not know how dangerous his situation was. If not for the fact that there was not a single thread of thought burning in the depths of his soul, he might have already gone berserk, and even his power would have disappeared. Even his life seal would have disappeared, and once the life seal disappeared, it would mean that he would not even have the right to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

At some point, Ling Yan had been lying on the straw mat with his head held high and chest held high, and his back straightened. Ling Yan had fallen unconscious, but his even breathing indicated that he wasn't unconscious, but was in deep sleep.

After a short period of time, Ling Yan finally opened his eyes and woke up. He felt refreshed, and his entire body felt extremely comfortable. He tugged at his sticky clothes and muttered to himself, ”Damn it, I nearly died. Damn core … I'll wait for young master's cultivation level to increase so that it can't end with you.”