Xu Xuan grew solemn and nodded firmly.
Without further hesitation, he turned back and sat cross-legged at the heart of the Spirit-Gathering Formation, first bringing himself into peak condition.
A moment later, he drew a deep breath, brilliant light bursting from his eyes.
First, he took the mass of Golden Origin Light.
Following the secret method Xu Qingchan had taught him, he slowly guided it with his own metal-aspect magical power.
The moment the Golden Origin Light entered his body.
It transformed into countless tiny golden needles, piercing his meridians.
Excruciating pain surged through him, as though it would dissolve and reshape his magical power.
Xu Xuan gave a muffled groan, veins bulging on his forehead, and circulated the Evergreen Technique with all his strength to steady his mind.
He guided this keen energy toward his dantian.
Then, he dared not pause.
He immediately activated the Dark Prison Mountain.
The miniature mountain merged into his body.
Crushing pressure instantly spread through him, burdening all his internal organs with an immense weight.
But unlike the Golden Origin Light's tremendous destructive power.
The Dark Prison Mountain's power leaned more toward suppression...
Under its influence.
The magical power within Xu Xuan, which the Golden Origin Light's assault had somewhat dispersed, was forcibly drawn together.
It was then continuously compressed and tempered, becoming a more condensed beam of light.
Provoked, the Golden Origin Light also released an even keener aura.
Like a peerless sword, it sought to break through the Dark Prison Mountain and cleave through the suppression of this heaven and earth.
Two different, mighty forces collided wildly within Xu Xuan's dantian and sea of qi.
His body had now become a battlefield.
At times, it was as though ten thousand swords pierced his heart; at others, as though he walked with a