The Great Devouring

A drop of pure liquid flowed from his dantian, rushing towards his meridians and flowing into every limb and bone.,The weak meridians, like greedy gluttonous insects, frantically devour the liquid. The silt within slowly dissolves, and a feeling of comfort spreads throughout the body.,Black gas constantly churned and shifted, eventually transforming into streaks of pitch-black text. Ancient and weathered, it was imbued with the weight of time.。