Chen Pingchuan's body felt as if it were swept into a raging storm. Every inch of his skin endured an indescribable pain, as though thousands of steel needles were piercing him simultaneously, or as if he were being mercilessly scorched by fierce flames.
His muscles twisted and spasmed in agony, like a pair of invisible, cruel hands tearing them apart. The once tightly-knit muscle fibers now snapped like fragile threads, accompanied by a heart-piercing pain so intense that it felt as if blood might seep from his pores.
Is this the price of becoming stronger?
Even as he gritted his teeth against the agony, Chen Pingchuan felt a perverse pleasure in the cycle of tearing and repairing.
Yes, pleasure!
A gentle yet powerful light slowly radiated from within him, like the soft glow of dawn enveloping his body.
Within the light, the torn muscle fibers began to reorganize at an incredible speed, and new muscle tissue grew rapidly like bamboo shoots after the rain.
