nyslfriends Chapter 92 The Most Dangerous Step: Skull Tempering
Chapter 92 The Most Dangerous Step: Skull Tempering
The flower wasn't as cold as I had imagined when I put it in my mouth.
Instead, there was an indescribable stillness.
A deathly stillness that seemed to freeze time itself.
Before Ma Cong could even react, his entire consciousness was as if it had been violently pulled into an endless abyss of darkness by an invisible hand.
There was no sound, no light, no time, no space.
Only pure, eternal solitude and coldness, enough to drive any living being mad.
coming!
Ma Cong's heart sank.
He knew that this was the core medicinal power of the Netherworld Bone Tempering Flower, containing a trace of "annihilation" essence born from the Xuanming Ancestor's ten thousand years of solitude.
This force has transcended the purely physical level of coldness and has begun to directly attack his mind and soul.
He immediately activated his mental energy, visualizing the "Standing Cannon" of Bajiquan, attempting to break the silence with its powerful and unyielding fist intent.
But it didn't work.
His fist intent was like a pebble thrown into the ocean, unable to even stir up a ripple before being swallowed up by the endless darkness and cold.
not good!
Ma Cong felt his consciousness being rapidly assimilated by this sense of annihilation.
His thinking began to slow down, his memory began to blur, and he was even about to forget who he was and why he was here.
He felt like a stone, slowly sinking to the bottom of this dark pool, never to rise again.
Once he sinks completely, his soul will be frozen, turning him into a living dead without thoughts or feelings.
This is even more terrifying than death!
"No!"
Just as Ma Cong's consciousness was about to completely dissipate, a strong sense of unwillingness suddenly erupted from the deepest part of his soul.
He remembered his master, Old Man Chen's face, which was always grumbling but also full of concern.
"You brat, practicing boxing but not internal strength will only lead to nothing in your old age! You'd better stand still!"
He recalled the solemn words of advice given by the old Celestial Master Zhang Xuanyi when he left.
"Kid, cultivate diligently. This era may be counting on young people like you."
He recalled the fire that ignited in his heart when he saw those so-called "traditional martial arts masters" being knocked out with a single punch online, and traditional Chinese martial arts being denigrated as worthless.
He has not yet vindicated traditional Chinese martial arts!
He has not yet reached the pinnacle of martial arts!
He hasn't even seen what's behind that door to a new world!
How could he die here?
How could we just be swallowed up by this darkness so quietly?
"Aaaaaaah!"
In his own mental world, Ma Cong let out a silent roar.
This roar was a culmination of all his will, all his obsession, and all his resentment!
hum-
As if sensing his determination, the platinum aura within him, which had become one with him, suddenly burst forth with dazzling light.
This light is no longer just a simple gold color, but carries a kind of...human warmth.
That was the most precious thing he possessed as a "human being".
It is his joys and sorrows, his loves and hates, all his memories and emotions!
The light pierced through the endless darkness in an instant!
Like the first ray of dawn breaking in the darkness.
The desolate aura that could freeze everything began to melt away rapidly in the face of this light full of "humanity" and "vitality," as if it had encountered its nemesis.
Ma Cong's consciousness instantly regained control of his body.
He suddenly opened his eyes, and the scene inside the cave came back into view.
He had turned into an ice sculpture, with frost covering his hair and eyebrows.
The blood in the body had almost stopped flowing.
But he's still alive!
His eyes shone with an unprecedented light.
"Give it to me... to refine!"
Ma Cong let out a low growl.
He disregarded the chill within his body and instead forcefully mobilized the pure Netherworld power he had just subdued, guiding it to attack his final barrier—his skull!
Click... Click...
A series of faint cracking sounds came from inside his skull.
That was his skull, and under the impact of this domineering medicinal power, cracks began to appear.
pain!
This pain is completely different from the previous ones.
It was a sharp pain that acted directly on the central nervous system.
Ma Cong felt as if countless steel needles were simultaneously piercing his brain and then frantically stirring inside.
Various hallucinations began to appear before his eyes.
There are demons and monsters, fairies flying in the sky, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and magnificent palaces.
These illusions constantly tempted him, frightened him, and tried to disturb his mind.
But Ma Cong's heart was more resolute than ever before.
Even the intent of annihilation could not break his will, so what are these mere illusions?
He desperately guarded the last vestige of clarity in his mind, devoting all his attention to tempering the skull.
Crack, repair, crack again, repair again...
This process repeats itself endlessly.
Through countless trials and tribulations, his skull gradually began to transform into a perfect jade-like form.
I don't know how much time has passed.
When the last trace of Netherworld power was perfectly absorbed by him and integrated into the skull.
Ma Cong's body jolted violently.
hum-
A resounding boom, like that of an ancient bell, echoed from within his body, reverberating throughout the entire cave.
An indescribable, mysterious aura emanated from his body.
The Baihui acupoint on the top of his head seemed to have opened an invisible portal, creating a strange connection with the heavens and earth.
At this moment, his entire skeleton radiated a brilliant, warm luster, like that of fine jade.
The radiance shone through his skin, making him appear as if a god or Buddha had descended to earth.
Jade bones and golden body, perfect perfection!
Become!