The Five Sprouts Pomegranate Fruit melted the instant it entered his mouth, turning into a warm, soothing current that spread through Ye Zhen's limbs and bones.
That moist warmth made Ye Zhen so comfortable he nearly groaned. It was as though he had been enveloped in a hot spring of the most perfect temperature, all forty-eight thousand pores across his body opening at once.
In an instant, memories buried deep within his heart suddenly surged forth.
It was the feeling of the mother's womb—the warmth and comfort of being held within his mother as a fetus.
Everything in his body seemed to have returned to the time when he had still been a fetus in his mother's belly, freely absorbing everything the maternal body provided.
This sensation of returning to the womb made Ye Zhen's Innate Soul, his five viscera and six bowels, marrow, bones, meridians, blood, and even every corner of his body cry out.
Without exception, they all gave rise to the urge to absorb that warm, soothing current, as though it were nourishment delivered from within the mother's womb.
Even Ye Zhen himself wanted to experience that feeling of absorbing the warm current once more.
At the crucial moment, Ye Zhen, who had long been mentally prepared, fiercely bit the tip of his tongue.
The sharp pain instantly cleared the haze from Ye Zhen's eyes.
With a movement of his powerful Spiritual Sense, Ye Zhen guided that warm current directly into the Wood Spirit Palace within his Seven Mystic Spirit Palace.
During this time, Ye Zhen lightly bit his tongue every two breaths. Before long, the tip of his tongue had become a bloody mess.
Yet even so, every part of Ye Zhen's body, every single cell, longed to absorb even the tiniest trace of the warm