Pain...
Boundless, endless pain surged from his limbs and bones, from the depths of his Soul, like countless rusty, blunt knives cutting and grinding repeatedly between his bones, in his Meridians, and in his Sea of Consciousness.
Fang Hao's consciousness floated in this vast ocean of pain like a withered leaf ready to shatter at any moment.
He felt as if he had been thrown into the molten heart of the earth, his internal organs burning; at other times, he felt like he was frozen under ten thousand years of ice, his very thoughts numbing.
In his ears, there seemed to be countless people shouting and fighting—the resentful roar of the Sun Family Old Ancestor, the excited humming of the battle heaven axe, the silent protection of Old Jin, and his own heavy, bellows-like breathing and heartbeat.
He wanted to move, to open his eyes, to take control of his body, but his bones felt as if they had fallen apart.
