Ordinarily, as long as he put away the short flute, the Thunder Breath would enter his Heaven and Earth Bag along with it.
Who could have known that, drawn by the Wood-Element Spiritual Source, the Thunder Breath would abandon the short flute and plunge straight into him?
The new Daoist robe he had just changed into turned to ash once more amid the lightning, exposing a body whose skin was cracked and charred inch by inch.
The lightning injuries barely healed under the Wood-Element Spiritual Source's frantic restoration, only to be torn open again, the cycle repeating.
These were merely external injuries. Once the Thunder Breath entered his meridians, it rampaged through every limb and bone with utter tyranny.
Fortunately, relying on the Wood-Element Spiritual Source's powerful restorative abilities and his prior experience refining Jiafeng, Song Yan was not entirely at a loss.
His whole body was pinned in place, unable to move. His skin constantly bulged and collapsed, and his consciousness rose and fell amid boundless agony, liable to capsize and sink at any moment. Yet he managed to preserve a sliver of clarity in his mind throughout, trying to guide the Thunder Breath through the Purple Firmament Daoist Scripture.
But the instant his Divine Sense and Spiritual Power touched it, its destructive force shattered them. His vision repeatedly darkened, and tiny beads of blood began seeping from his seven orifices.
Song Yan's body hunched over, almost dropping to its knees. Only an unyielding will kept him from collapsing completely.
The charred patches of his skin grew larger and larger, and the speed of restoration gradually fell behind the speed of destruction.
Fortunately, the Thunder Breath had come for the Wood-Element Spiritual Source in the first place.
Thus, without Song Yan needing to guide it, after an unknown length