It was fortunate that he had endured countless trials. His nerves were extraordinarily resilient, and his soul immensely powerful, allowing him to keep his wits and guide his qi and blood onward, bit by bit: from his dantian to his perineum, from there to his coccyx, up along his spine, through Guanyuan and then to the Dazhui at the back of his head, the Jade Pillow, Baihui, Shenting, Yintang, Renzhong, Yingtu, Jiuwei, the Sea of Tranquility, and Xuanji, before returning to his dantian.
After one circuit, sweat had already gathered on the stone bed beneath Xu Yi, flowing like a stream.
The immense pain seemed to conjure a heart demon, which kept whispering to Xu Yi, again and again, "Give up. Give up, and it won't hurt anymore. Give up, and everything will be over..."
Every time Xu Yi was about to give in, a fresh wave of even more intense pain struck, shattering the heart demon and dragging him back to cruel reality.
That was Xu Yi. That was where his greatest confidence lay.
If anyone else suffered pain as intense as his, their soul would have collapsed long ago. They would have passed out, their qi and blood gone haywire, and they would have been crippled at best.
But Xu Yi's soul was powerful beyond compare, and his body had been tempered by immense pain that ordinary people could hardly endure, making it extraordinarily resilient.
At that moment, pain so great it seemed impossible to bear plunged Xu Yi into a living hell, leaving him utterly miserable. Yet his soul was powerful enough not to break, and his body could withstand this horrific torment.
The agony tormented him beyond endurance, yet he couldn't even pass out. He had no choice but to keep suffering.
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