Song Yan sat cross-legged inside the cave, his ten fingers tightly clasped, and a faint white glow emanating from his body.
Spiritual Qi gathered around his body, transforming into a sharp spiritual light within him.
"Whoosh—"
Song Yan took a deep breath and, without further hesitation, activated his Spiritual Qi. In an instant, he severed the three Spiritual Roots in his Dantian, plunging them deep into its core.
"Cough..."
He grunted, his internal Qi and blood in disarray, and tiny beads of blood slowly began to seep from his entire skin.
Veins on both arms bulged, and blood flowed profusely.
His black hair gradually began to turn yellow and withered.
His life force was severely damaged, and he was on the brink of death!
A sound like shattering porcelain came from his Dantian, and the remaining Spiritual Qi transformed into white mist, gushing out and dissipating from his seven orifices.
