His body was trembling slightly, and the beads of sweat on his forehead were becoming more and more dense, sliding down his cheeks and merging into the seawater.

He suddenly sensed something was wrong—at the core of those yin energies, an extremely pure yin-attribute primordial power was trying to attach itself to his dantian.

That power was different from ordinary yin energy; it carried a certain ancient will, like the first whisper of a consciousness that had been dormant for ten thousand years after awakening.

Chen Ping’s heart sank.

He could feel that the power was trying to merge with his dantian, not to be assimilated by him, but to take over.

If he lets it go unchecked, that power might take root in his dantian and become an incurable tumor.

He suddenly increased the output of chaotic power, and the gray light suddenly surged, enveloping the yin attribute primordial power along with the surrounding yin energy.