Liu Wu Xie was awakened by the pain. Several pieces of broken wood were pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe. I hope readers remember our domain name at this point,A drop of pure liquid flowed from his dantian, rushing towards his meridians and flowing into every limb and bone.,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.。