Han Li's body trembled as all the silver threads vanished into his skin in a flash, making his body surface ripple incessantly, as if countless eggs of varying sizes were rolling around beneath.
At the same time, a sensation akin to burning heat and boiling emerged from Han Li's blood and flesh. Yet, his meridians itched unbearably, making him want to claw off the skin with his ten fingers.
The excruciating pain that seemed to penetrate his soul was only bearable for Han Li due to his immensely powerful divine sense. Otherwise, any other joined-bodies cultivator would have succumbed to a Qigong Deviation or leapt up with a scream, unable to maintain the calm needed for cultivation.
Han Li sat cross-legged on the ground, unmoving, his face expressionless as he endured the various anomalies occurring in his body.
Three or four hours later, his body glistening with a crystalline sheen, one could faintly discern bones much thicker than a normal person's beneath.
