Dust and debris (Chaos Qi) settled inside the Chaos Cauldron. Shi Lei propped up his stiff, rattling skeleton—which currently resembled a Lego set hastily reassembled by a rambunctious toddler—and sat up with a grimace (or rather, a mental grimace).
In his Dantian, the vinegar-flavored radish Nascent Soul, which had just been pounded solid by the tribulation lightning hammer, sat cross-legged with boundless energy. Its little belly was poked out round and full (busy digesting energy), and the miniature Void-Breaking Crown atop its head still flickered with tiny, crackling electric arcs, making it look exceptionally spirited.
"Ah... that felt amazing... and it hurt like hell, too!" Shi Lei’s soul fire flickered as a tingling, numb sensation radiated straight through the marrow of his bones.
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