The potent medicinal energy nearly threw Li Xiaoya's breathing out of rhythm. Alarmed, he hurriedly circulated his newly learned cultivation method, the Divine Flame Art, to refine it. As the Divine Flame Art slowly circulated, the pill's energy swiftly transformed into a powerful torrent of magic power coursing through his body. The Divine Condensation Pill was simply too potent. Although the Divine Flame Art refined its energy several times faster than the True Sun Formula, the swelling magic power still left him in agonizing discomfort, as though it would burst out of his body. Worse still, he held a mouthful of Bone-Chilling Pill Liquid in his mouth, adding frost to snow. All he could do was grit his teeth and endure.
Had anyone else been present, they would have seen Li Xiaoya's face turn ashen blue and his entire body tremble uncontrollably. It suddenly reminded him of the winter night before he met his Liar Master as a child. He had hidden alone among garbage and dead leaves, cold and hungry, and that feeling of suffering so unbearable he wished for death rose in his heart once more.
I have to keep going! That long-forgotten feeling from the winter night suddenly ignited a fierce conviction in Li Xiaoya. He accelerated the circulation of his cultivation method, and his magic power gradually began to flow more smoothly. That same determination had carried him safely through that freezing, hungry night, kept him alive to meet his Liar Master the next day, and allowed him to go on living.
In reality, however, it was not so easy. As the Divine Flame Art continued circulating, Li Xiaoya gradually felt his meridians begin to swell, bringing a distending pain.
No! This isn't right! Li Xiaoya screamed inwardly. If his magic power kept swelling like this,