That feeling was exceedingly comfortable, yet there was not much joy on Lin Xuan's face. Instead, his expression turned grave as he sat down cross-legged.
He breathed in and out to regulate his energy, as though refining medicinal power after taking some miraculous immortal pill, while at the same time using inner sight to examine how the magic power throughout his body was circulating.
Yet whether it was his Dantian Sea of Qi or every limb and bone in his body, everything was as usual. After the Fire of the True Spirit entered him, it had strangely vanished.
There was not the slightest trace of it, as though it had never existed.
"How could this be?"
Lin Xuan was astonished, but before that thought had even finished turning through his mind, waves of violent pain came surging over him.
It came from his Dantian Sea of Qi.
How to describe that feeling? It was agony like fire burning his body, while at the same time countless knives seemed to be stirring ceaselessly inside.
That feeling came suddenly. Lin Xuan's face changed drastically. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans slid continuously down his cheeks, and his entire body began to tremble violently beyond his control.
It was true that Lin Xuan's temperament was very tenacious, but the dantian was where cultivators stored their magic power, the most important place of all. Greatly alarmed, Lin Xuan naturally did not dare show the slightest negligence. Enduring the pain by force, he used inner sight and began to investigate.
He saw that within his dantian, sure enough, an extra ball of flame had appeared—the Fire of the True Spirit.
Pain showed on the faces of both the Main Nascent Soul and the Second Nascent Soul, and the Demon Core was likewise so tense