The purified energy flowed into Max's body, racing through his meridians like icy rivers. At first, his muscles stiffened, and his blood felt like it had frozen solid, his veins ringing with a high-pitched buzzing sound. But then, his Unholy Trinity Physique activated.
His body adapted, converting the deadly Yin energy into something harmless, stabilizing his blood flow, and storing the Yin essence deep inside his dantian.
Max's expression changed from caution to joy. It works! he thought. His body, his constitution, and his black flames were the perfect counter to the Yin cave's violent power. He even began to feel a faint tug on his cultivation barrier—it was loosening.
Seeing this, the general's expression flickered with rare surprise. He had expected Max to struggle, maybe even beg for assistance halfway through. Instead, the young man was devouring the Yin energy like a starving beast, his flames refining it into pure power with frightening efficiency.
