At this critical moment, a surge of heat suddenly welled up in Ye Honglian's chest and abdomen.
It came rushing in, fierce and violent, like a volcano that had lain dormant for ages suddenly erupting.
Earlier, in the Black Tower, she had drunk three cups of spirit wine—the most miraculous spirit wine in all the world—and some of its medicinal power had yet to be fully refined.
It had lain dormant deep in her flesh and blood, waiting for an opportunity, waiting for a moment that would shatter heaven and earth.
At last, that moment had come.
As she teetered on the brink of collapse, the medicinal power burst forth with a thunderous roar!
In the blink of an eye, Ye Honglian steadied herself.
The surge of heat exploded from her chest and abdomen, instantly coursing through every limb and bone.
Her body, which had already begun to sway, suddenly stiffened, as if something had pinned it in place.
The scalding hot spring still enveloped her, but she no longer felt as if she were melting away. On the contrary, she felt herself being remade.
At that moment, she truly calmed her mind and reshaped her body.
It was as if she were being reborn, body and soul.
A prickling itch came from the top of her head.
It was where Old Devil had torn away her scalp.
That spot had been bare, with nothing but a hideous scar. But now, something beneath the scar was stirring, growing—
A strand of black hair slowly emerged.
No, not just one strand.
Countless strands.
The instant the medicinal power erupted, her hair seemed to BURST INTO FLAMES! Of course—
It wasn't really burning. It was a golden light. The light burst from her scalp and spread along her strands, swallowing every singed,