As the heads of several experts fell, their spiritual energy rushed into Wen Ran's body like molten lava searing his veins. His meridians strained under the pressure, yet they greedily welcomed the foreign power, absorbing it with an insatiable hunger. The pain was agonizing—each wave of energy felt like a scorching flame coursing through his body—but Wen Ran's resolve held firm.
I can feel my dantian filling with power... This should help stabilize the energy pulsing from my soul… Wen Ran's thoughts churned with confusion and intrigue. I hadn't expected to still possess some of my energy from my past life… The soul… It works in mysterious and inexplicable ways… What other secrets might still be buried inside me?
He could feel the rivers of spiritual energy within him expanding rapidly. His eight meridians swelled to their limit, and from their furious flow, the ninth river began to take shape. He was close—so close—to breaking through to the next circle.
