Pain!
Unimaginable agony!
Qin Hao was bathed in flames. He felt the raging Flame Power constantly pouring into every bone, every scrap of Flesh and Blood, and even every cell in his body.
His cells shattered, then reformed.
His Flesh and Blood burned away, then grew back.
Even his bones broke inch by inch, then joined together again...
Even his divine soul seemed to shatter and reform. Qin Hao felt terrifying agony spread throughout his body. Within the Mindscape of his Consciousness Sea, the Willpower swordlet trembled incessantly, allowing him to endure this boundless torment without passing out.
Every second felt like countless years had passed. Every moment he held on brought unbearable suffering.
Even Qin Hao's divine soul felt numb.
But...
Buzz!
As though his divine body had broken through some shackle, once the agony reached a certain limit, Qin Hao suddenly felt a sense of ease wash over his entire body.
It was actually indescribably comfortable.
Although the pain remained, Qin Hao instead felt incredibly comfortable, as though he had adapted to it.
"Whew..."
Qin Hao could not help exhaling a great mouthful of flame and letting out a soft groan. The sensation was marvelous. He could clearly feel his divine body gradually growing stronger.
"My Divine Body Power probably isn't much weaker than that of a Low-Grade Divine Artifact now."
Qin Hao was overjoyed. Every time he endured that boundless agony, his Divine Body Power grew stronger. And now... he no longer needed to actively comprehend the Flame Chaos Origin. The Flame Power within it would enter his body on its own.
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
At that moment, Qin Hao felt another surge of Flame Power approaching. His expression immediately turned solemn as he prepared to endure another round of tempering.
Low-Grade Divine Artifacts were generally weapons