Pain, a deep pain that penetrated into the soul.
Bones, flesh, as if everything was peeled away, yet Li Xiaoyao could clearly perceive all of this.
Under such intense pain, every second seemed to drag on extremely slowly.
Not knowing how much time had passed, just when Li Xiaoyao felt he could no longer hold on, the intense pain finally began to slowly fade away.
This was a perfect body, and within it, liquid-like spiritual power was furiously converging towards the Dantian.
Li Xiaoyao had not deliberately operated his cultivation technique, but the spiritual power moved autonomously, swirling madly, as if forming two spiritual power tornadoes within the Dantian.
He didn't know what had happened to his body, he had never experienced this before.
But from the current perception, it didn't seem to be a bad thing.
The speed of the spiritual power tornadoes became slower and slower, and eventually stopped, a dazzling golden light twinkling from the center of the tornadoes.
