Chapter 88

In the center of the cemetery, which was filled with an overwhelmingly cold atmosphere, a blood-colored cocoon stood there, emitting an eerie glow.

In mid-air, a humanoid creature with fleshy wings continuously circled, taking out bottles of potions and powders one by one and pouring them down. Over the cemetery, the monster's incessant cackling echoed, startling the white crows into flight.

Such a scene was incredibly bizarre, sending shivers down one's spine.

"Ha ha ha, Sun Yan, you piece of mud, is your skin completely burned off now? Does it feel great?"

"Sun Yan, you trash, in a little while, you will taste even more wonderful sensations. Your skin will be completely burned off, and your muscles will be scorched bit by bit. But this is just the beginning."

"Compared to the pain I endured during my transformation, what you are experiencing now is just child's play. When your entire skin and muscles are completely devoured by the blood silkworms and start to burn your nerves and internal organs, that is when the ultimate pain will begin."

"Sun Yan, you lowly scum, even lower than a pig. To thoroughly crush you, I endured hellish transformations. Now, it's time for you to receive your punishment. I will make you understand that offending the Qian family means eternal damnation, with no place to rest your bones."

"The pain you are experiencing now is just the beginning. When the ice-fire cocoon forms, your martial arts talent will be absorbed by me. Even in death, you will only be food for me, ha ha ha..."

In mid-air, Qian Julong continued to pour the catalyst while cackling wildly, his behavior utterly arrogant.

Deep into the night, Qian Julong finally stopped. He flapped his fleshy wings and hovered above the blood silkworm, silently observing the changes in the cocoon.

The blood-colored cocoon had absorbed a large amount of catalyst, and its surface had completely solidified, forming a shell like metal scales. Strands of crimson light continuously flowed, and the temperature of the entire cocoon alternated between scorching heat and icy cold, extremely mysterious.

After a moment, a series of thumping sounds echoed, one loud and one soft, as if two hearts were beating continuously. One became increasingly loud, while the other grew weaker.

Qian Julong's face showed surprise, and he muttered, "More than 6 hours have passed, and this trash still hasn't died. Truly, he has the resilience of a cockroach."

Immediately, a look of excitement and cruelty appeared on his face. "This is good. Such a strong life force and such outstanding martial arts talent will ultimately be absorbed by me. How satisfying."

He slowly descended from mid-air, walked to the blood-colored cocoon, and gently caressed its surface, his voice strange and beast-like. "Sun Yan, even in death, you can only be nourishment for my body. This is the fate of a lowly person like you."

...

Inside the blood-colored cocoon, Sun Yan was indeed enduring inhuman pain, but it was not as Qian Julong had anticipated. The liquid secreted by the blood silkworm did not burn his skin.

However, the pain Sun Yan was experiencing was a dual sensation of ice and fire.

The burning sensation penetrated his skin, spreading throughout his body, making him feel pain everywhere. From his skin to his muscles, to his blood vessels, and to his internal organs, he was experiencing the intense pain of being burned by fire.

This pain alone was already difficult for Sun Yan to bear, but the burning sensation also contained a bone-chilling cold, mixing with the burning pain, making it feel as if his entire body was freezing.

The burning of his body and the freezing of his bones, these two extreme sensations intertwined, pushing the pain to its peak, piercing his heart.

"Damn it, if this continues, I will be killed by the pain even if my body is intact."

Sun Yan cursed inwardly. He wanted to roll his eyes and faint, but the bone-chilling cold continuously stimulated his nerves, keeping him in a state of clear consciousness.

Outside the cocoon, Qian Julong's voice occasionally echoed, each word lashing at Sun Yan's heart, making him feel an inexplicable rage amidst his clear thoughts.

His mind was as clear as a mirror, yet his anger was surging in his chest!

This was an extremely peculiar state, and Sun Yan was precisely in this state, his mind calm but his anger spreading.

Unconsciously, the yuan force in his dantian had been completely depleted. Sun Yan sighed inwardly, knowing that without the internal yuan force to protect his body, he would not be able to escape the fate of being devoured by the blood silkworm.

Sizzle!

The silkworm's body fluid adhered to his body. Sun Yan was now like an empty shell, his strength and yuan force completely drained, even his mind was empty.

The pain of ice and fire invading his body intensified several times, causing Sun Yan's eyes to suddenly open, his eyes almost bulging out, his facial muscles twitching, and the arteries in his neck bulging.

At this moment, a miraculous scene appeared before his eyes. A few inches from Sun Yan's face, a mist slowly formed, gradually condensing into a red bead, crimson like blood, bright like fire.

Then, below this red bead, a white mist slowly gathered, and after a moment, it condensed into a white bead, as clear as snow, as cold as ice.

Once these two beads formed, they seemed to be mysteriously attracted to each other, wanting to merge.

However, no matter how hard the two red and white beads tried, they could not merge. As soon as they got close, they would be repelled, and this repeated cycle continued without success.

This scene was extremely peculiar. Sun Yan observed it carefully, hoping to distract himself and alleviate the pain he was enduring.

After countless attempts, the two red and white beads finally stopped trying to merge directly. Instead, they began to orbit each other, their speed increasing, and the distance between them decreasing.

In an instant, a strange scene appeared before Sun Yan's eyes. A red and white circular pattern appeared, each color occupying half, and the distance between the two beads gradually decreased.

When the two beads were about to collide, they suddenly stopped, fixed in the center of the pattern, forming two points.

A series of thumping sounds echoed, as if a heart was beating continuously. The two beads vibrated simultaneously, slowly beginning to merge.

"Actually... they merged! Ice and fire, actually fused perfectly!"

Sun Yan's eyes widened in disbelief, completely forgetting the pain he was enduring, falling into a state of wonder.

His mind was clear, and his thoughts were like a clear sky. Waves of enlightenment swept through his heart.

"Ice and fire, inherently opposing and constraining each other. How can they merge so perfectly?"

"Yes, I understand. Ice is yin, and fire is yang. Yin and yang are both opposing and interdependent."

"When ice and fire merge, it is like yin and yang balancing. When a balance point is reached, they can perfectly merge."

In his mind, the scene changed. Sun Yan seemed to return to the night at the 38th training ground, where the nine suns appeared in the sky, causing chaos. Then, the scene changed again, and he found himself in a frozen landscape, with ice covering the land and frost forming with each breath.

The two phenomena alternated, appearing repeatedly. Sun Yan felt both his body and mind enduring the dual pain of ice and fire, but amidst this endless pain, he felt a sense of transcendent pleasure.

In an instant, Sun Yan's thoughts became clear, as if he had received a sudden enlightenment, and all the obstacles in his mind were cleared.

"Of course, of course, I understand, I understand everything..."

"Heaven has yin and yang, and so does the earth... Movement and stillness call to each other, above and below interact, yin and yang interweave, and change arises. Yes, this is the essence of the fusion of ice and fire."

Once this thought was clear, all other thoughts flowed smoothly.

The empty dantian suddenly generated a stream of yuan force, which then surged like a mighty river, instantly restoring all the internal yuan force in his body, spreading to his limbs and every part of his body.

The internal yuan force in his body became increasingly thick, and in a moment, it burst to the surface, flowing through his skin, making his skin glow like jade, exuding a unique charm.

Buzz!

A crisp sound echoed, and Sun Yan's hands trembled, the skin on his palms slightly indented, with the light of yuan force continuously emerging. The internal yuan force immediately rushed to the indented areas of his palms, and in a moment, two spheres of yuan force light circled around his palms, like two tiny stars, then slowly disappeared.

Flesh Rebirth and Star Pointing!

The key to the third level of martial realm is to reopen a yuan force channel at 16 joint areas: shoulders, elbows, wrists, hips, knees, ankles, hands, and feet, on both sides, making the internal yuan force circulate more quickly and the yuan force more refined.

Under the ice and fire tempering, Sun Yan finally broke through to the third level of martial realm, becoming a third-level martial artist.

The yuan force in his body surged continuously, and his skin glowed with the light of yuan force, making him look like a perfect sculpture, full of masculine beauty.

At this moment, Sun Yan felt no joy. He was in a state of emptiness, neither asleep nor awake, and even his heartbeat gradually disappeared.

Only deep in his mind, a clear and calm state remained, constantly changing between the two phenomena he encountered at the 38th training ground.

"Yin and yang are divided into two. Yin and yang are opposing and constraining, interdependent and mutually beneficial, one diminishes while the other grows, extreme yang turns into yin, and extreme yin turns into yang."

"What is extreme yang? It is the gradual increase of yin."

"What is extreme yin? It is the gradual decrease of yang."

"The true meaning of blazing yang, moving heaven, is yang transforming through yin, with infinite changes; the true meaning of freezing ice, hidden in the earth, is yin receiving the help of yang, with an endless source."

...

In the early morning, the blood-colored cocoon in the cemetery had completely faded, its shell turning a grayish color.

Inside the cocoon, however, a red and white light shone through, and the thumping sounds that had echoed throughout the night gradually returned to silence.

Seeing this, Qian Julong laughed wildly, extremely pleased. "The ice-fire silkworm heart has finally formed. By devouring this, I will surely become the genius of this generation, dominating the world, invincible!"

Raising his hand, Qian Julong's nails suddenly extended into sharp claws, and he slashed at the already faded cocoon shell, laughing aloud. "Sun Yan, even in death, you can still be my nourishment. What a bargain. Ha ha ha, you can rest easy in hell. Your two beauties, Shui Lian Qing and Feng Ling Xue, will be well played with by me, and you can smile in the netherworld."

Sizzle!

The cocoon split from top to bottom, and with a bang, a fist burst out, striking Qian Julong's left cheek, bursting his left eye.

"Shui Lian Qing and Feng Ling Xue, their names are not for you to call, you scum."

From the cocoon, a young man with black hair flowing, eyes gleaming, emerged like a death god just descended from the underworld, his perfect body naked, stepping out.