The air crackled with a potent energy as Ye Yang stepped into the pool of Yang energy.
It was a swirling vortex of golden light, radiating an intense heat that threatened to incinerate anything that dared to approach.
Yet, Ye Yang felt a strange sense of calm, a profound peace that settled deep within him.
He closed his eyes, immersing himself completely in the swirling energy.
It was like being bathed in liquid fire, a sensation both exhilarating and terrifying.
The Yang energy surged through his veins, cleansing his body of impurities, purging every trace of weakness and fatigue.
The process was agonizing. It felt like his very bones were being reforged, his flesh being purified in a celestial furnace.
He gritted his teeth, enduring the searing pain, his mind focused on maintaining his calm.
