As things stood, the remains of Head Constable Chen—from bone to flesh—had been reduced to a heap of steaming, charred, black-and-red mush on the ground.
This was the end for anyone who "rashly draws spiritual energy into the body without having cultivated their essence to a state like a tide": total annihilation by the forces of heaven and earth. An Jing only survived the transition because of his destiny; for anyone who attempted it recklessly, the outcome was never good.
"He was just a small-time player. I doubt he even knew the full situation."
Chapter 171