The mass of pitch-black yin fire immediately exploded inside his Dantian.
"Ugh... ah..."
Li Yichen instantly felt an indescribable pain. A bone-piercing chill spread from his Dantian, traveling along his meridians and through his entire body.
Yet wherever it passed, his flesh split open as though it were burning. The blood froze into ice crystals the moment it flowed out, only to be reduced to ash by the eerie yin fire.
Cracks covered his whole body like shattered porcelain. He began trembling uncontrollably, and as he shook, his flesh actually started peeling away.
Every scrap of flesh that fell away was immediately burned by the yin fire, turning into a tiny spark. The agony was like being sliced to death.
He had no idea how much time had passed before the flame of his soul began slowly dying out. His parched lips moved. "Motherfucker, I can't hold on anymore..."
By now, he had been reduced to a lump of charcoal. His skin was gone, and the blood inside him had long since dried up. Only the occasional sparks drifting from him proved that he was not completely dead.
"You've done very well," the Ghost Emperor said, pleased, before sending the White Flame in his hand into Li Yichen's Dantian.
The white fire spread, carrying a surge of life force throughout his body and beginning to repair the devastating damage.
His shattered meridians actually began reconnecting and regenerating, becoming thicker and tougher than before.
His flesh slowly regained its vitality within the White Flame and began growing back.
During the healing process, the two utterly different flames, black and white, did not repel each other at all. Instead, they dissolved into one another, then merged into Li Yichen's flesh and blood.
Two hours soon passed, and Li Yichen's exterior had been