A towering wave crashed down, slamming squarely into Lin Yuan.
"Damn! Why does it hurt so much?!"
Lin Yuan was locked to the Sinking Silver Pillar, with Sinking Silver Rings clamped around his neck, waist, hands, and feet. When the wave struck, the rings dug into his flesh, and salty seawater poured over his head and face, choking him into a fit of coughing.
In terms of pain, these waves still fell short of the body tempering he had undergone at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. Back then, he had been caught between worlds of ice and fire, the agony enough to knock a person unconscious. But the pain at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well had come quickly and gone quickly. Grit his teeth, and he could weather that brief spell.
These waves were different.
They did not hurt quite as much, but they never stopped. Before the numbing ache of one wave faded, the next came bearing down, one after another, without even a moment to catch his breath. The constant pain, the relentless grinding, was even more tormenting than a brief burst of agony.
Lin Yuan gritted his teeth and endured.
The waves slammed into him, driving Soul Power into his flesh, forcing it into his meridians and bone marrow. The Soul Power scattered and gathered, gathered and scattered under the pounding. Rather than dissipating through this repeated hammering, it grew purer and more concentrated.
With a thought, he released his Spiritual Power, gathering the Soul Power inside him and guiding it toward his Dantian.
Soul Power flowed into his Dantian thread by thread and began to spin. It spun faster and faster, accumulating until it gradually formed a vortex of Soul Power.
This vortex would serve as the foundation for the Soul Core