Inside Chen Yang's Dantian, nine glowing spheres, like small suns, hovered in the space above. They were accelerating the transformation of the dense Yin Yuan, converting it into a thicker and heavier Profound Power of Life and Death. Chen Yang could even feel that with the Nine Yang Needles guarding it, his Dantian space was much more stable than before—more solid and vast.
Furthermore, the Nine Yang Needles represented pure Yang energy. With their blessing, his control over his draconic vitality was absolute. As long as he didn't want to, no woman in the world could make him release. This ability alone was something every man under the heavens dreamed of.
WHOOSH!
Pushing aside the tantalizing thought, Chen Yang focused his mind. A Nine Yang Needle, covered in mysterious patterns, materialized once more in his palm, spinning like a grayish-red roaming dragon.
WHOOSH!
