Boom—
In an instant, an unimaginable, vast force erupted within his body!
Like an ancient ferocious beast that had slumbered for countless ages suddenly awakening, the force surged through his meridians with world-destroying might, sweeping through his limbs and every organ in a heartbeat.
A violent, overwhelming pressure burst from Xiao Yan!
If not for the layers of black mist from the Ten Thousand Soul Banner suppressing it, the pressure released in that instant would have shattered the void for a thousand miles around. Even the spatial turbulence would have been forced to reverse course.
Pain!
Agonizing pain!
Pain unlike anything he had ever known!
Xiao Yan felt as if every inch of his flesh, every bone, every meridian were being torn apart, reassembled, and tempered by an utterly overbearing force.
It felt as though ten thousand invisible giant hands were crushing him to pieces, then molding him back together, only to crush and mold him again... over and over, without end.
His marrow felt as if it were being gnawed by countless ants and flooded with molten lava. Scalding heat, numb aches, and stabbing pain tangled together until the veins on his forehead bulged, his teeth clenched, and sweat poured down his face like rain.
Yet he did not make a sound.
The path of cultivation was one of defying Heaven, and pain was its constant companion.
If he could not endure even this much pain, how could he ever reach the peak?
Xiao Yan gritted his teeth and let the violent force rampage through his body, while keeping his mind clear and guiding the power of the Pangu Bloodline Essence as it slowly merged with his flesh and blood.
Time passed bit by bit.
After who knew how long, the tearing pain finally began to fade, replaced by