Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 498 The Secret Realm of a Hundred Flowers (Part 3)

Han Yi's entire body was engulfed in raging flames; he was completely naked, and a trace of pain flashed across his face.

It wasn't because of the scorching heat of the external flames; that little bit of heat posed no threat to him at the moment.

Rather, a dramatic change occurred at a deeper level within his body.

The aorta, vena cava, billions of capillary networks, and even the cellular fluid within countless tiny cell clusters have all undergone drastic changes.

This is a deep purification, where all bodily fluids become purer, denser, and more powerful under the influence of the Heaven-Mending Technique.

Boom!!! A sea-like pain surged through Han Yi's body, causing him to shudder. The flames that were still burning on his skin were extinguished, and sparks flew everywhere.

His pure yang state was automatically activated under his subconscious thought, and his entire body erupted with energy.

It far exceeded the previous limit, and its height of more than two meters is still slowly increasing.

The high-pressure environment inside his body constantly accelerated the circulation of a large amount of blood, and waves of intense swelling and tearing pain swept through Han Yi's body without hindrance.

It seems that the blood and qi are accelerating wildly, trying to find a way to release the flood.

It was like a flood raging and crashing inside the dam during a torrential downpour.

But Han Yi's physical body was incredibly robust. He had cultivated four or five different external martial arts simultaneously. An ordinary person would need to spend a lifetime to perfect even one of them. Yet, he had cultivated all these different external martial arts to their limits.

If you were to convert it into years of cultivation, it would be roughly equivalent to one or two hundred years for an average person.

This is unprecedented and will never be repeated.

The concentrated qi and blood, unable to find a way to release or break through, could only futilely raise hot blisters of varying sizes on Han Yi's skin.

The largest blisters were even the size of a fist, pushing the skin to its limit, and you could vaguely see the blood boiling inside.

"My body...I'm in charge!"

Han Yi gritted his teeth, large drops of sweat seeping out, but they evaporated immediately.

He suddenly raised his arm and squeezed hard at the blister.

"No, I will either succeed or die trying!!!" he roared, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes. *Thud!*

Contrary to expectations, there was no blood splattering. Instead, the bubble was forcefully slapped back by his powerful slap.

When the pain reaches its limit, everything else becomes meaningless.

Under Han Yi's frenzied and tyrannical behavior, the abnormalities on the surface of the body were quickly and forcefully sealed inside.

In an instant, his blood boiled and surged again.

Han Yi's body is like a pressure cooker, with an extremely hard outer shell, while the body's blood and qi undergo tempering.

The qi and blood, which had been running wildly, were forcibly pulled back onto the right track, continuously merging and condensing along the blood vessels, becoming thicker and thicker.

Under such immense pressure, the blood vessels throughout his body suddenly swelled up, like gnarled and twisted tree roots coiling around his body.

"Go back, all of you! I am the master of my body!"

Han Yi looked at the two mutated black arms that looked like monsters, with the fists resembling terrifying black hammers. A hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly raised his upper body.

boom! ! !

He lowered his entire body and slammed his heavy arm into the ground.

The black iron stone ground was completely shattered, revealing the refined iron shell beneath, with a ring of transparent ripples spreading in all directions.

Crackling!

The antique, already extremely fragile after its yin energy had been drained, was now completely reduced to fragments.

Han Yi looked at his arm again. The blood vessels seemed to have recovered slightly, and the burning sensation in his heart had also subsided somewhat.

"Not enough, still not enough!"

call…....

He exhaled a breath of hot air and raised his iron fist, smashing wildly in all directions.

Bang! A noticeable dent appeared on the iron plate under the black floor tiles, and the shockwave quickly spread along the ground.

BOOM BOOM!! BOOM BOOM BOOM!!

Ignoring everything else, Han Yi relentlessly pounded the ground with punch after punch. The power surging from within his body seemed inexhaustible, and his qi and blood began to undergo a slow qualitative change amidst the shockwaves created by this rebounding force.

The air inside the sealed room became increasingly explosive, giving the feeling of returning to the wildest ancient times, with constant pounding of fists and an ever-increasing frequency of vibrations.

His body was like a forging furnace; the impact of each punch was a thorough tempering of his internal energy and blood.

Han Yi exhaled two puffs of white smoke from his nose, exchanging nutrients with a large amount of fresh air with each breath.

In an instant, his fists slammed into the ground with the force of a thunderbolt.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom boom boom boom boom! Boom ...

Each heavy blow caused the sealed chamber to shake violently, as if the entire ground was trembling, and the impact of the rebound continuously reverberated through his body.

"Not enough, not enough at all!!!"

Han Yi suddenly stood up, stretched out his arms, and a large amount of muscle, like black tumors, suddenly condensed on his forearms to the limit.

boom! ! ! ! !

The fist landed.

Suddenly, all sounds vanished, and complete silence descended.

It wasn't that the sound disappeared, but rather that Han Yi's final strike was simply too fast and too explosive, far exceeding the speed at which sound travels.

This created the illusion that the sound had vanished. Visible spiderweb-like cracks spread from the point of impact, reaching all around and even the walls.

Han Yi maintained his smashing motion.

The qi and blood that were originally surging violently within his body reached their purest and most concentrated moment, and then instantly stopped.

Immediately, drops of bright red, viscous liquid, like mercury paste, slowly appeared.

If the previous symptoms of blood and qi were like a thin mung bean soup that you could see the bottom of at a glance.

At this moment, the blood and qi in Han Yi's body were like thick rice porridge.

The power contained in a single drop of blood and qi is at least equivalent to ten drops in the past.

Thick and solid, hot and restless, yet like a viscous blood-red tiger that has been tamed, it is obediently under Han Yi's control.

"Huff... Huff..." However, Han Yi also felt a sense of emptiness in his body. This was because a large amount of blood and qi had been purified, useless impurities had disappeared, and the reduction in blood had caused a temporary physical deficiency.

He rested for a while, then slowly straightened up, his whole body radiating a sound like a surging river.

"This is the sixth level of the Heaven-Mending Technique..."

That was the boiling and condensed essence of blood and qi to its limit.

His extremely dense blood and qi emanated from within him, making him appear like a torch, and the surrounding air twisted and surged.