Coldness, bouncing movement, and endless, piercing agony.
His consciousness bobbed and sank in a dark, frozen sea. Every time he surfaced, searing pain tore through him, and every time he sank, a deeper chill enveloped him. The Bone-Eroding Demonic Qi lurked deep within the scar beneath his ribs like a venomous snake licking its wounds, waiting for the right moment to strike. His body felt like a broken puppet that had been disassembled and crudely reassembled; his joints were stiff, and his meridians felt like a parched, cracked riverbed where every weak circulation of spiritual energy brought the agonizing torment of knives and fire.
Chen Mo was awakened by a rhythmic, heavy jolting.
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