The Absolute Yin Physique was like a raging flood dragon wreaking havoc in a mass of land, crazily swallowing and merging with all the great rivers, natural springs and proud lakes of that land in order to exponentially improve itself.
On the outside, Yin's body was like an endless pit greedily absorbing the pure yin qi essence from the snowstorm surrounding her. Her skin looked like it had a layer of ice over it. Even her silky long black hair now had icicles forming in clumps.
Her tender face flashed from red to white and then white to red, her brows knitted as if she was enduring a pain so immense, she would have otherwise puked blood if not for her willpower.
'As if' being the keywords.
Yin was only getting back what was originally hers. Truth be told, it wasn't painful nor bothersome, only time-consuming as she would have to carefully comb every nook and cranny of her host's body to transform it.
The reason why her brows were knitted and her face was sour... was because she was so damn embarrassed.
She miscalculated!
Unfortunately, despite detonating every precious herb and heavenly treasure inside the pocket dimension, the produced yin qi essence was not enough.
"What dogshit luck!"
She thought that things would have gone smoothly and in half a day's time, she would have come out better, stronger and prettier than ever.
However, when had things ever been truly easy for her?
"How come the yin qi from these plants are so pathetically miserable? Not even one out of a thousandth primordial yin was produced!"
What was primordial yin?
It was the progenitor of yin, the purest and earliest form of yin among the entire multiple universes created by her father Primordial Chaos Hun Dun.
How many thousands, if not millions, of years had it been since her main body was destroyed?
With that much time passing by, it would have been a miracle of several millennia if the yin qi in these plants were blessed with even one percent purity of its original form.
In order to form one strand of Primordial Yin, let alone hundreds of thousands, even a million strands of pure yin qi essence would not be enough!
How could she transform her body? Gut feeling told her that even if she were to refine this entire world, she could not get even one complete strand of primordial yin!
As this was her first time being reincarnated, Yin, having never been to an actual mortal world before, had long regarded the standards of the ghostly and dark-attributed plants that could insist in the Yellow Springs as similar to this world's. Her expectations were set too high.
She had failed to realize that the existences that could survive in the gloomy and cold Yellow Springs, especially those personally taken care of by Yanwang, were among the bests of the bests and incomparable to those in this entire mortal world, let alone a mere pocket dimension of a mere Great Elder on a sect.
If she were to refine the entire Yellow Springs, let alone one, she could probably form tens of strands of primordial yin.
However, would that Yama-boy allow her to destroy his kingdom?
Besides, even if she were to do so, what could ten or twenty strands achieve? To create a complete Primordial Yin Physique, a single washing of her fleshly body needed at least a hundred strands! And she needed several washings too!
Fighting Yanwang? That Yama-boy was someone with vast connections. Offending him would mean offending nearly half of the later generation of deities and immortals born after the destruction of the Land of Celestial Deities.
Tut tut, it would be so not worth the trouble.
Yin could only inwardly sigh. Guess, she would have to make do with an inferior Absolute Yin Physique. Once she cultivated to the stage of an immortal and headed out of this mortal world, she would investigate the fastest way to form primordial yin. Maybe, she could even find some of her living siblings and ask for their generous help.
As their Eldest Sister, let's see who dares not give her face.
For now, the idea of refining a Primordial Yin Physique could only be shelved for the future.
"Pity," Yin pouted. "Anyway, if I couldn't reform my fleshly body, might as well cultivate. At most, I should take advantage of maxing out the potential of this Spiritual Body. More or less, the yin qi here was enough to give me a cultivation that surpasses any of the three withered fogies. That'll be enough to beat them up."
Leading the absorbed yin qi essence through her dry meridians, she rotated this comfortably refreshing energy once, twice, thrice, until she forgot how much time had passed.
By the time she woke up, she could hear a very familiar voice seemingly calling out to her from a faraway place.
"Little Yin? Little Yin? Where are you? Answer me if you can hear me!"
Hearing Old Fogey Mo's frantic calls, an unfamiliar emotion seemed to surge inside Yin's flatlands of a chest. It wasn't a sensation related to cultivation, that she was positive.
With a curious blink, she poked the left side of her chest. For some reason, it felt unnaturally warm.
"Are my legendary boobs about to grow back?"