"Forget it. Whatever."
The Mother Qi within Jiang Yan circulated to its limit, its powerful suction forcibly drawing this set of black chaotic Outer Gang into his body.
The golden veins showing through Jiang Yan's skin gradually dimmed. The holy light was devoured by endless darkness, while wisps of black qi began to coil around him. Boundless darkness swallowed the entire Cultivation Room, leaving no light anywhere; even the molecules drifting through the air fell utterly silent.
Darkness, depth, silence...
Ink-black qi crawled up his blood vessels and coursed through his limbs and bones, his entire body undergoing wash after wash beneath this mysterious power.
Bone-piercing cold invaded him.
"Urgh—"
Jiang Yan could not help but grunt, feeling as though someone were scraping his bones bit by bit with a sharp blade.
The black qi collided with his bones, producing crackling sounds.
Jiang Yan clenched his teeth, veins bulging across his forehead. The pain he endured was even fiercer than when he had previously tried to open his apertures.
Skin, flesh, internal organs—none were spared...
Jiang Yan knew that breaking through to fourth-rank Inner Gang would greatly temper the body, but none of the information he knew had ever told him that breaking through as a fourth-rank martial artist would hurt this much.
"Your body is being damaged. Intermittent Speech has been triggered. Your recovery speed has increased by 100%."
His formidable recovery speed rapidly repaired Jiang Yan's damaged body, yet amid each round of restoration, that mass of black qi continued relentlessly corroding his flesh.
Any form of gradual damage posed no threat to Jiang Yan. His powerful body and freakish recovery speed meant that unless he was killed instantly, no one could hope to kill him.
That Turret Mage he had encountered on the Myriad Worlds