Ice Gate

The inside of a person's body was always more fragile than the outside; that was beyond doubt. Even though Xiao Heng's internal organs and meridians had been tempered countless times, they were still exceedingly vulnerable compared to the outside world.

Although only a faint trace of this thing's power remained, that trace was still enough to injure Xiao Heng.

Still, compared to refining the Ice Lotus, Xiao Heng had one advantage in refining this thing: fire restrained metal. The power of the Heavenly Flames could suppress this thing's damage to the greatest extent, increasing the chances of successful refinement.

But pain was still pain. If he could not endure the suffering now, he would not be able to wield the power it unleashed afterward. This was a process that could not be avoided. If he wanted to use this thing's power, he first had to make his body adapt to it. And how would he adapt?

Very simply—keep adapting amid the damage. Endure the damage and let his body grow accustomed to it. That was all.

It sounded simple. The only difficulty was the pain.

He swallowed the pill hidden in his mouth. Its medicinal power surged forth, swiftly restoring his damaged meridians and internal organs, only for them to be injured again and restored once more. It was a repeating cycle.

There was nothing wrong with Xiao Heng's body. With the aid of the pill, it was basically impossible for this thing to kill him outright. But... it hurt! It really hurt! It felt even worse than the last time he had been seriously injured.

Suppressing the pain, Xiao Heng struggled to focus and circulated his cultivation technique. The pill's power protected his meridians, the Heavenly Flames weakened the damage, and then he used Dou Qi to push this