The subterranean pool boiled around Ye Chen’s chest as the golden-emerald marrow settled deep within his newly forged skeleton.
Deep inside his lower abdomen, the fractured shell of his old Foundation Establishment core could no longer hold the surging density of the Primordial Chaos.
Crack... crumble... hiss.
The brittle crystalline fragments of his previous cultivation dissolved into liquid vapor, leaving behind a hollow, swirling void in the center of his lower dantian.
This void did not remain empty for long; it collapsed inward under its own immense gravitational pull, generating a bottomless, spinning singularity that drew every stray wisp of energy from his limbs toward the center of his gut.
Ye Chen sat motionlessly beneath the thundering cascade, his bare palms resting flat a
