A few minutes later.
Lin Mo's heart, cleansed and built anew by the liquid essence, beat once.
THUMP.
His lungs expanded, drawing in the searing plasma of the simulation room and filtering it effortlessly.
The agony began to recede, replaced by a sensation of unbearable density.
The blinding light surrounding him shrank and sank back into his skin. With a slight movement, the stone platform beneath him instantly cracked, seemingly unable to support his resting weight.
He gasped and coughed up a mouthful of black, foul-smelling impurities. The last remnants of his mortal weakness.
"Is it over?" Lin Mo tried to sense the internal workings of his body. He flexed his hands, opening and closing them slowly.
Crack! Snap!
