Han Shuo lay curled up in the large Teleportation Array at the center of the Death Cemetery, blood flowing incessantly. All his clothes had long since been torn apart, and his naked body was covered in split flesh and wounds deep enough to expose bone.
While he lay unconscious, the demonic essence within him circulated silently, like trickling streams nourishing his parched meridians and body. It flowed through every corner of his body again and again, bringing traces of cool comfort.
Without his knowing, the wounds in Han Shuo's torn flesh gradually healed at an astonishing speed. Seemingly before much time had passed, his body returned to its original state, without a single trace of injury. After that agonizing ordeal, his reconstructed flesh seemed even tougher.
Neither sun nor moon ever appeared over the Death Cemetery, and there was no telling how much time had passed. When Han Shuo slowly woke, he immediately felt that his body was no longer racked with pain. Every cell seemed brimming with surging power.
He stirred from his curled position. As he stood, a constant series of cracks and pops rang out from his body, as though every bone were cracking. Examining himself with his Divine Sense, Han Shuo suddenly discovered that his internal organs had yet to recover completely. With a thought, he wrapped them in demonic essence.
Waves of strange power poured into Han Shuo's internal organs. Nourished by the demonic essence, they recovered a hundred times faster. In just a short while, he could no longer feel anything amiss inside him.
Exhaling softly, Han Shuo left the Death Cemetery and went to the nearby plunging waterfall. Naked, he sat cross-legged on the rock beneath its most violent torrent, letting the fiercely rushing water pour down and batter his body as he