Bing Wuhen felt as if his body was on fire.
Not pain, but a burning that cannot be described in words.
The scorching heat spread from the dantian to the limbs, from the limbs to every inch of flesh and blood, every bone, and every meridian.
The blood of the ice god in his body began to boil, like a dragon that had been dormant for thousands of years finally opened its eyes.
His cultivation began to break through.
The early, middle, late, and peak of the seventh rank of the True Immortal Realm.
True Fairyland Eighth Rank.
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