[You know you can't use the flames of primordial chaos anymore, don't you? Not until you've completely mastered the Nine Paths of Creation Reversal Art.] The System's voice echoed within Qingyi's mind, cutting through the silent flow of his thoughts.
'I know…' Qingyi nodded mentally, his eyes narrowing slightly as he reflected on the matter.
His body had been trully torn apart by that damned old man's spear, and he'd only managed to recover thanks to the flames of life.
But along with his recovery came an unexpected problem.
The flames of life now coursed directly through his meridians, sustaining each one from within; that was precisely why his affinity for life had skyrocketed to such absurd levels.
Under normal circumstances, this wouldn't even be a problem—quite the opposite.
