Eleven torrents of different laws surged into Ye Lin's body at once. Each was a terrifying law of the Great Dao.
Every one of them carried a terrifying aura. Ye Lin was only at the second heaven of Quasi-Saint, so suppressing them would be no easy feat.
It was like asking a child to tame eleven full-grown True Dragons at once.
Crimson-gold lines surfaced across Ye Lin's skin, tracing the paths of True Dragon blood as it coursed through his body.
The lines spread from eleven sacred acupoints across his body, like burning chains winding over every inch of him.
Wherever they passed, flesh boiled and bones trembled.
The Holy Meridians were the first to give way.
The twelve Holy Meridians were the foundation of Ye Lin's sacred body.
The Holy Meridians were the main channels; his ordinary meridians were secondary.
Each of the twelve Holy Meridians was a passage forged from countless measures of sacred power, bearing the entire foundation Ye Lin had built through cultivation.
But under the assault of the eleven laws, the Holy Meridians were like paper dams. Cracks spread across them in an instant.
Not just one or two—all twelve were riddled with dense webs of cracks.
Through his inner sight, Ye Lin saw the twelve Holy Meridians shaking violently. Fissures spread outward from their inner walls, and with every heartbeat, more sacred power leaked through.
Ye Lin made no attempt to repair the cracks.
He gritted his teeth, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.
"If I'm going to remake them, I'll remake them completely."
All twelve Holy Meridians shattered at the same instant.
The moment they broke, Ye Lin felt his Primordial Spirit torn into countless fragments. The pain lay beyond anything words could describe.
But he endured it.
Freed of their restraints,