"Bzz, bzz, bzz..."
The instant the Floating Immortal Sword touched the bead, waves of immense power raced along the blade and into Fang Chen's body. His blood boiled. The strange vibrations struck his soul, tearing his Soul Origin apart in an instant.
"Ah..."
Fang Chen could not hold back a scream. Then the Floating Immortal Sword blazed with Red Light, its blade turning crimson. A tremendous force surged from the sword into his body, drawing his torn Soul Origin back together. The tearing pain vanished.
"Bzz, bzz, bzz..."
The strange vibrations kept traveling through the Floating Immortal Sword into Fang Chen, battering his body and soul. His newly restored Soul Origin was torn apart again.
"Ah!"
The pain of having his Soul Origin torn apart was unbearable. Even with Fang Chen's iron will, he could not keep from screaming.
But a moment later, energy flowing back from the Floating Immortal Sword restored his torn Soul Origin once more.
And so it went. Fang Chen's Soul Origin was torn apart again and again, then pieced back together. Each time, it grew stronger. Like a piece of red-hot mystic iron beneath the hammer, it was forged into something ever purer.
The pain was intense, but Fang Chen was exhilarated. In this state, his Soul Power was growing rapidly.
Hearing Fang Chen's agonized screams, the myna bird, the Chaos Heart-Devouring Worm, and Little Crane showed little worry. They had seen this sort of thing before. They had immense faith in Fang Chen and believed he could endure it.
An hour later, Fang Chen finally grew accustomed to it. The vibrations passing through the Floating Immortal Sword had not weakened, but his Soul Origin could withstand far more. The bead's vibrations could no longer tear it apart, though each powerful impact still left him