Naming is Really Hard...

Yun Jingheng Lift your feet and ascend the second step.

When the soles of the boots landed on the stone surface, half of the sound was carried away by the sea breeze, and the remaining half hit the ears of everyone on the round platform, like pebbles thrown into a deep well.

He climbed to the top neither quickly nor slowly. When he took the last step, the black fragment was right in front of him, level with his chest.

The flow speed of the dark red lines suddenly accelerated the moment he approached, changing from a slow swimming state to a fine, high-frequency squirming, like a sleeping thing smelling the smell of blood.

The heat it emits rushes towards you, not much, but precise, like a red-hot needle hanging an inch in front of your eyebrows. It is not hot, but makes people instinctively want to step back.

Yun Jingheng did not return.

He stood still, raised his right hand, with his fingers spread wide and his palm facing down, hovering about two inches directly above the fragment. Exactly.

"... and then what?" he asked.

Ruin Old Demon's voice came from below, separated by height and wind, with a hoarse texture. "Then wait. It will come to you on its own."

Yun Jingheng waited two seconds. Three seconds. Five seconds.

The dark red lines on the surface of the fragments suddenly converged towards the center, like countless thin snakes receiving instructions to shrink towards the same point at the same time, and then suddenly bounced away.

A thin stream of purple-black air, about the thickness of a little finger, rose from the surface of the fragment and wrapped around his palm like a living thing.

The first moment I felt it was not pain.

It is a very subtle "coolness" that starts from the surface of the palm and penetrates into the inside.

When the purple-black air flow penetrated into the skin of his palm, he felt like he had reached into a pool of extremely dense cold water.

Then the coolness turned into thorns.

The first meridian to be touched is the beginning of the lung meridian Lunar Yin on the hand.

The purple-black energy climbed up along the base of his palm, along the stripes of his wrist, and along the inside of his arm, much faster than he expected.

Wherever it passes, the inner wall of the meridians seems to have been polished from the inside with fine sandpaper. The friction is not violent, but continuous, and has a foreboding "the more it is rubbed, the thinner it becomes", which makes people instinctively want to make a fist, shake their hands, and shake the stuff out of the body.

But he endured it.

Yun Jingheng bit his back molars and kept his right hand in its original position without taking it back.

The purple-black air flow had spread to the inside of the crook of his elbow, and stopped for a moment at the junction of the middle part of the forearm and the upper arm, as if to test something, and then suddenly jumped up again, directly pouring into the Jianjing point, and straight towards the sky along the side of the neck.

This time it was "painful" in a real sense.

It was as if someone had inserted a red-hot wire from above the collarbone, along the outside of the cervical spine to the base of the skull.

Yun Jingheng's neck muscles tensed suddenly, and his chin involuntarily lifted up half an inch. A very thin purple-black line appeared under the skin just above the Adam's apple, extending from the corner of the mandible to behind the ear, like a bolt of lightning striking into the hairline.

He heard the muffled groan coming from between his teeth.

It didn't sound, but it was short. It came out from the deepest part of the chest and was suppressed by the mouth.

"... hiss."

The purple-black air flow did not stop. It passed over his shoulders and neck and split into two paths, pouring all the way down into the chest and rushing straight to the Dantian along the Ren channel.

The other path goes down along the outside of the spine, like a black snake drilling against the side of the vertebrae all the way to the coccyx.

The moment the two lines were in place at the same time, the entire figure of Yun Jingheng was split open from the inside.

His back slowly arched, his chest pushed forward and then retracted, and the superficial muscles on both sides of the spine from the tail vertebra to the occipital bone twitched violently at the same time.

A vertical purple-black crack appeared between the shoulder blades under the coat, like the pattern of porcelain cracked by high temperature, extending from the seventh cervical vertebra to the third thoracic vertebra.

But after the purple-black air flow poured into Dantian, it stopped moving forward.

It stopped on the outside of Dantian, like a dark moat surrounding a city, slowly and tentatively creeping toward the core of Dantian.

At the same time, a ball of Life Origin inside his body was touched, and a layer of warm light automatically poured out from the center of his dantian, wrapping the edge of the purple-black airflow, like wrapping a thorn in a thin bandage.

The moment the two forces came into contact, Yun Jingheng's entire chest was filled with a low-frequency vibration that sank into the bone seams.

It spread from the core of the body to the ends of the limbs. He felt like he was struck from the inside by a giant bell, and his internal organs trembled for a moment in the resonance, and then returned to their original positions at the same time.

It hurts.

After the purple-black airflow was wrapped by the golden Life Origin on the periphery of his Dantian, it no longer invaded.

It was like a muzzled beast, wandering in place, roaring, and scratching at the inner wall of the halo with its claws, but it could not tear through the thin life barrier.

And Yun Jingheng felt something from it: the power of Destruction produced a subtle, extremely small "ablation" reaction at the place where Life Origin came into contact.

The halo was corroded by it, but at the same time, part of its own edge was also dissolved by the halo.

Where the two met, there were extremely fine, weak sparks like static electricity that were constantly rising and dying. Each birth and death was accompanied by a short sting and a short burst of warmth in the depths of his Dantian.

"... Responsive." He started.

His voice was hoarse, but he could tell that he had more confidence behind that sentence than before, "It seems to be bitten by Life Origin."

Ruin Old Demon is sitting on the rocks at the edge of the round platform.

He opened his eyes slightly, and his dark red pupils turned half a circle upward, landing on the purple-black lines that rested on the outline of Yun Jingheng's neck.

"Hmm."

He responded, his voice calm, "This is just a small wisp. The real piece is in Devil's Valley, which is hundreds of times larger than this."

Yun Jingheng's mouth twitched.

His hand hanging above the fragments slowly retracted, clenched into a fist, and a remaining wisp of purple-black mist spread between his fingers into the air.

He turned his wrist and looked down at the lines on his palm. There was a thin dark purple line in the middle of the originally clear palm lines, passing through the life line and extending to the starting point of the love line before fading.

"... This little wisp is enough for me to drink a pot," he said.

"So are you ready?"

Ruin Old Demon stood up from the rock, and for the first time his eyes looked directly into Yun Jingheng's eyes, "Or do you want to adapt to it for a few more days?"

Yun Jingheng Walk down from the top of the stone pillar, one step, two steps, and three steps to the ground.

He stood three steps away from Ruin Old Demon, with the five fingers of his right hand open and clenched, feeling the purple-black embers wrapped in the palm of his hand slowly swirling around the Dantian.

"Just go ahead, adapting to 80% will be of no use."

"That's true, but the process has to go on."