The medicinal power did not stop. Instead, it continued to surge onward.
It traveled down through his meridians and rushed into Ye Lin's legs.
In his battle with Ning Yi, Ye Lin's legs had borne immense pressure. Though there were no obvious fractures, hidden injuries were scattered throughout them.
After the medicinal power flooded in, it likewise tore apart first, then rebuilt, remolding the bones, muscles, and ligaments in his legs from beginning to end.
Ye Lin felt that his legs had become stronger and lighter than before he was injured.
He even had the illusion that, if he ran at full speed now, he could shatter the void with a single step.
This probably was not merely an illusion, but the truth.
At last, the medicinal power had traveled through all the meridians in his body.
But it did not stop.
It turned its attention to Ye Lin's dantian.
Ye Lin's mind tightened slightly.
The dantian was the foundation of a cultivator, the gathering place of all Holy Power, and also the most fragile place.
The medicinal power was so domineering. If it used the same method of tearing apart before rebuilding on his dantian, the slightest misstep could cause irreparable damage.
Yet he did not stop it.
Because after the reconstruction of his meridians just now, he had gained a deeper understanding of this pill.
It was no ordinary healing pill. In an almost cruel manner, it completely shattered and reconstructed a cultivator's body, thereby achieving true healing.
This was not mending—it was rebirth.
The medicinal power poured into his dantian.
Ye Lin's body abruptly stiffened.
Within his dantian, his Holy Power vortex slowly revolved, silver-white Sword Dao Law flowing through it.
After the medicinal power entered, it did not charge directly at the Holy Power vortex. Instead,