Following the infusion of new power in the jar, the side wall of the jar above began to release extremely high pressure, and the swirling multicolored matter began to intertwine with it under the action of pressure, forming a brilliant spectrum like a galaxy. The scene is as if the Milky Way is slowly spinning in the dark, dreamy and spectacular.

Although this visual beauty could not defeat the impending pain, the temperature at the bottom of the jar rose sharply, and a wave of hot air swept through the body. The scorching heat was transmitted directly to his skin through the cold metal floor, as if it had been directly baked by flames, and the intense pain quickly spread from the soles of his feet to his entire body.

Ye Ning's clothes began to burn at that extremely high temperature, and the fabric quickly dried on his skin, and then began to burn, so that the exposed skin began to suffer more direct heat invasion. His originally fair skin began to turn black under such high temperatures, and a trace of heat burned tiny bubbles on his skin.

wanted to jump away from this blazing floor, but Ye Ning couldn't move a step because of the huge pressure, let alone escape from this scorching hell. He could only close his eyes and grit his teeth to bear the pain, the anxious pain like an invisible blade, soaking through the bone marrow and tearing his nerves.

His body began to spasm and tremble uncontrollably, as if he had been struck by a high-voltage electric current. Every pore screams, and every cell fights the sudden rise in temperature and pressure. Every moment is like passing in a long hell, Ye Ning is carrying a heavy load, looking for hope for life in pain and despair.

If Ye Ning hadn't experienced this painful tempering many times, I am afraid that he would have fainted at this moment.

Like a bad trick of the mastermind behind the scenes, strings of slender spikes suddenly appeared at the bottom of the jar, and they were as flexible as snakes, and they quickly stabbed towards Ye Ning. After a brief period of consternation, the severe pain spread throughout his body through the nerve circuits, and Ye Ning only felt the endless pinprick pain reaching his heart.

These spikes were very small, but they were like precise needles, skillfully piercing Ye Ning's blood vessels and meridians. Each spike had a cold metallic smell, and with the high temperature of the jar, Ye Ning could only feel a strong burning sensation from the inside out. The feeling of being pricked with pins and needles accompanied by restless heat immersed him in endless pain.

Then, a sudden change struck again. The spikes began to expand outward, like flowers that had suddenly grown, extending unhindered to their surroundings. They increase in volume in an instant, and at the same time, they widen the hole through the skin, bringing a more intense tearing sensation. Ye Ning couldn't adapt to this change, and the intense pain hit like waves of rage.

This dilated spike not only brings more serious physical damage, but also increases psychological stress. Ye Ning felt like a bubble pricked by needles, allowing these spikes to expand wantonly. The pain of each expansion made his consciousness clearer, it was the boundary between life and death, a desperate struggle for fate, and his heart was filled with helplessness and pain.

When that brilliant substance began to flow down the spikes into Ye Ning's body, he felt as if a dam had been opened, and those substances with incomparably powerful power flowed in his internal organs, from blood to meridians, and nowhere was not affected by it.

Ye Ning's body seemed to be hollowed out, and then refilled by a new unknown force. Those colorful flowing substances seemed to be injected with a new life force, which made a thorough cleansing and replacement of his body. This sudden change brought intense physical discomfort, like thousands of ants scurrying around in his veins, and every cell in his body resisted this sudden change.

Every time the spikes pulled blood from his veins, he could feel a sense that life was leaving him. And that new force entered his body on the other side, like an electric current running through his body, bringing him suffocating pain.

Ye Ning's heart was beating like thunder, his blood vessels seemed to be swelled to the limit, and the blood was violently hitting his body, as if it was about to tear him apart. This sharp pain caused him to constantly hover between wakefulness and coma, each time oscillating on the edge of life and death.

He felt an unprecedented power in his body, a power that raged within him like a beast. His blood seemed to be boiling, his nerves seemed to be burning, and his heart was almost exploding. It was a painful pain, but Ye Ning knew that he had to persevere, because it meant that he still had signs of life.

If it weren't for Ye Ning's two major blood exchanges, this pain would have made Ye Ning faint long ago.

After experiencing that thrilling pain, Ye Ning felt his body feel lighter than ever. He stood in the middle of the colorful substance, gasping feebly, trying to readjust to the environment that had returned to normal. A warm current deep inside began to surge in his body, as if a new power had been injected into his body.

He slowly lowered his head and looked at his body. It was a mess, clothes already charred, skin charred black from the heat, blood congealing on the metal floor, forming a heartbreaking pattern. His body, once smooth and muscular, was now covered in wounds and blood, blisters and scars that showed the pain and struggle he had experienced.

But those wounds have now begun to heal, and those charred skin are beginning to return to their original shape under the action of new blood. A new life force surged through his body, repairing his injuries and giving him hope for a new lease of life.

In the exhaustion and pain, Ye Ning felt a new experience that he had never had before. His body seemed to be reshaped, his blood seemed to be given new powers, and his originally charred skin and unconscious consciousness gradually regained its brilliance. He is like a phoenix that has been reborn, coming out of the blazing flames and standing again in this colorful world.

Just after Ye Ning was given a temporary respite, the pressure came again like a tidal wave. This time the pressure was more intense than before, and a steady stream of them came from the side of the jar, mercilessly confined him in place, immobilizing him in the slightest.

At the same time, the multicolored substance, like an enraged beast, stretched out its sharp claws towards him. The seemingly beautiful substances turned ferocious in an instant, revealing their strong aggressiveness, like flames burning his skin.

Ye Ning could feel that his skin and flesh were being burned layer by layer by these substances, and every piece of skin and every piece of flesh was burning in this wanton flame, producing a deep burning sensation and intense pain. It was a pain that poured out from the depths of his heart, as if thousands of knives were cutting through his flesh and skin, making him struggle in pain.

His flesh was as weak as paper, dying out in front of the multicolored substance. He watched his flesh fall under this intense pressure, his face, arms, and torso rapidly decreasing, his body turning to soot as it left its bare skeleton, veins, and meridians, and the other half of the flesh and blood supporting all that was left.

Flesh and blood!

Watching his body being devoured little by little, half of his flesh and blood turned into ashes, Ye Ning felt unprecedented pain and despair. The pain that penetrated deep into his bone marrow made him unable to think, and he could only watch helplessly as his body slowly disappeared. At the same time, the horror of seeing the texture of his bones clearly visible made him painful and disgusting, as if the whole world was collapsing.

Under that ferocious pressure, the irresistible multicolored substance fused with Ye Ning's remaining flesh and blood at an astonishing speed. This was a brand-new process, as if life was casting, and in the midst of a burst of sharp pain, Ye Ning felt a new physical body forming in his body.

The old flesh and the new matter seem to have a strong gravitational pull, constantly approaching, colliding with each other, and finally merging into one. In this way, a new physical body was born in pain and struggle, and all this happened in front of Ye Ning's eyes. Each time new skin was created on his body, it gave him the feeling of being torn, but then it brought with it a terrifying vitality.

After all the fusions were completed, Ye Ning felt as if he had never felt more relaxed than before. Those colorful substances had completely turned into his flesh and blood, and he could clearly feel that his body had become stronger, as if it had endless vitality.

In the midst of admiration, suddenly a cloud of colored substances poured into his mouth, like the last meteor piercing the night sky. For a moment, he felt his body fill with an unknown force. That power seemed to merge with a substance in his body, and Ye Ning could clearly feel that it didn't belong to him.

Could it be that the general is talking about some scales? Ye Ning guessed so.

Then, this power poured out along the scales, fusing perfectly with his blood, bones, and skin, giving his body a new lease of life.

Ye Ning stood there, even though he had nothing, he felt stronger than before, and his body was full of new strength. His skin is smooth as new, his muscles are firm and powerful, and every cell seems to be full of vitality, which makes him feel extremely surprised and shocked.

"Now, as if we are one, I am compressed into your body and become a part of you." The voice of the star soul sounded from Ye Ning's body again, bringing unfortunate news, "But I can feel that my consciousness is dissipating, and this scale in your body seems to wear out my consciousness." ”

"Well, maybe that's my fate. I'm leaving, and the rest is up to your own creation. ”