The surging spiritual energy of heaven and earth flooded into the body with the force of thundering mountains and tsunamis, continuously washing over the meridians time and again, bit by bit perfecting the newly reconstituted flesh.
Feng Yin could distinctly feel his internal organs gradually disappearing.
Yet as they disappeared, new parts were slowly taking shape in their original places.
It wasn't just the internal organs; gradually, even the blood vessels and meridians began to undergo similar transformations.
Hmm, to say the internal organs were disappearing was not quite right, more accurately, they were turning into fine powder, into dust, seeping out through the pores of the newborn flesh bit by bit, then being washed away by the spiritual energy, turning entirely into mud upon his body.
And these rejected substances, unfit for the new body, had an extraordinarily touching smell.
