WHOOSH
The Ice Spirit qi droplet shot forward through Han Yu's meridians like a blade.
Han Yu clenched his teeth.
The pain was sharp and brutal.
The droplet tore through his meridian pathways like a razor slicing along delicate threads. Every inch it traveled left behind waves of burning cold that made his muscles tremble.
But he endured it.
Pain was no stranger to him.
Compared to some of the trials he had survived before and the deaths, this suffering was manageable.
The droplet continued rushing through his meridian network until it finally reached its destination.
His Dantian.
The moment it entered the crimson space of his core reservoir, Han Yu began circulating the Qi according to the cultivation pattern of the Freezing Abyss Glacial Art.
The droplet trembled.
HUMMM
For a brief moment it shone brilliantly, glowing with pale blue light as the technique began activating.
Then the light faded.
The droplet dimmed.
Something else was happening.
