"It's neither Spiritual Energy, nor Divine Power, nor True Qi. What kind of force is this?"
A trace of doubt flashed in Ning Fan's eyes, making him suddenly realize there were many secrets in this new body.
At the very least, he didn't know what the function of this new power was.
But now was not the ti to ponder over it. Driven by this new power, the Soul-Stealing Slaying God Technique began to activate.
In Ning Fan's palm, there seed to be a black hole with trendous suction, distorting the phantom of the Ice Dragon's head.
This was sothing that had never happened before.
Gradually, Ning Fan felt sothing invading his body.
Before he could think further, a biting coldness suddenly appeared.
His skin, smooth as jade, seed to be coated with a layer of white frost, devoid of any blood color, as cold air emanated from his entire right palm.
Ning Fan felt as if he had lost his right hand, as the cold seed to freeze the blood vessels and nerves in his palm.
And this coldness was continuously spreading.
The frost on the right hand was extending up his forearm, followed by a numbness from losing the limb.
In the numbness of freezing, Ning Fan seed to also feel the scorching of flas.
These two sensations alternated, numbness followed by stinging pain, stinging pain followed by numbness again.
But upon careful feeling, Ning Fan sensed that these two sensations coexisted, with no sequence to them.
The numbness of freezing and the intense pain of burning did not interfere with each other, like a burning ice block, an extrely peculiar sensation overall.
In this realm of nine-fold ice and fire, Ning Fan's arm alternated between white with a hint of red and red with a hint of white.
"This is the rule of the Ice Series."
Fortunately, having already endured inhumane torture earlier, Ning Fan had built so immunity to this kind of ordeal.
While calmly formulating a strategy, countless light spots reappeared from the organs and cells within Ning Fan's body, infiltrating into the ridians to form an airflow.
The airflow quickly surged towards the cold and the pillars of fire.
Feeling the continuous strengthening of the airflow, two words surfaced in Ning Fan's mind, "Devour."
This airflow seed to be devouring the power from the Ancestral Ice Dragon,
The red and white colors spreading to the shoulder rapidly faded away.
Ning Fan's right arm regained sensation, and the feelings of freezing and burning vanished.
"Is this the effect of the Soul-Stealing Slaying God Technique?"
Ning Fan was sowhat confused.
If it was the Soul-Stealing Slaying God Technique, it should carry devouring power and then refine it into Spiritual Energy.
But Ning Fan did not feel any sign of Spiritual Energy, only that the airflow in his body grew stronger.
"Is this the inherent effect of the new body?"
As he pondered, Ning Fan noticed that the now stronger airflow was rapidly disappearing.
Disappearing might not be the right word, rather it was disintegrating.
The airflow disbanded within the ridians, transforming into countless light spots that infiltrated outward from the ridians, returning to the organs and cells.
It seed to be going back to where it ca from.
"What exactly is this power?"
Ning Fan's eyes were filled with suspicion; devouring the Ice Dragon's Divine Power, the airflow dissipated back, and he gained no benefit from it.
He didn't perceive any signs of strengthening in his organs and cells.
"Could it be that the devoured Divine Power is insufficient, hence no effect?"
As if to give Ning Fan a chance to test, just as his palm returned to normal,
An even colder chill coursed from his palm into his arm once more.
The relentless Soul-Stealing Slaying God Technique continued to absorb the Ice Dragon's power persistently.
Under this even more intense cold, countless light spots erged from within his body again, infiltrating into the ridians.
Everything repeated as before, the new airflow started decomposing the invading Divine Power once more.
"This is strange."
At this mont, the whole Forbidden Spell Space began to tremble restlessly, as if an earthquake had occurred.
Especially the sea of flas in front, which surged and roared like a stormy ocean under a fierce wind.
"Could it be..."
Ning Fan's face changed, imdiately feeling the suction in his right palm expanding.
Under the influence of the suction, the sea of flas transford into a five-colored tornado, frantically surging towards his right palm.
Instantly, countless Divine Powers rushed into the black hole in Ning Fan's palm.
The density was so overwhelming that his palm felt both painful and swollen.
"Damn it!"
Ning Fan's heart tightened; initially, he thought about breaking through individually, or hoping to destroy a dragon head to render the Forbidden Spell ineffective.
But he didn't expect a chain reaction, causing all the dragon heads to start becoming restless.
Although he didn't understand the cause of the light spots, Ning Fan was sure it had sothing to do with the Divine Power.
Only Divine Power could cause such a transformation in the sea of flas.
Cold sweat dripped from Ning Fan's forehead; the Soul-Stealing Slaying God Technique was unexpectedly out of control.
"Again!"
Ning Fan felt like crying; every ti he wanted to take shortcuts to gain power, his body would rampage.
The last ti while refining Corpse Qi was like this, and now he couldn't escape this fate.
The suddenly intensified Divine Power was like a torrent rushing straight at him,
While Ning Fan's palm was like a breached dam, unable to withstand the raging flood.
In that instant, Ning Fan's white skin turned into a kaleidoscope, his handso face appearing as if painted with oils, carrying an inexplicable eeriness.
The nine elents from the Ancestral Dragon God were wantonly wreaking havoc within his body.
The previous tornt suffered by his Soul Body was now transferred to the interior of this new body.
Fortunately, the new body was exceptionally powerful, reacting imdiately to the invasion of foreign energy.
The previously disappeared light spots appeared again, but this ti not just locally, but throughout the entire body.
In a state of Internal Vision, Ning Fan found that his skeleton, organs, muscles, and all had vanished, leaving only a human skin.
Inside the skin, like a star-filled sky, the light spots ford a splendid galaxy within his body.
"What the hell is this?"
In that mont, Ning Fan forgot about the pain, pondering whether he was still "human".
Previously, he thought the devouring Divine Power airflow erged from the transformation of light spots.
But with this intuitional understanding, Ning Fan realized the airflow was basically composed of light spots.
"What exactly are these light spots? They can't possibly be cells, can they?"
Ning Fan had seen clearly, aside from the skin, all organs had transford into light spots, even the brain was no exception.
And the human body is composed of various cells, so Ning Fan didn't quite crack a cold joke.
If Ning Fan looked in a mirror now, he would find his eyes swirling like a nebula.
This wasn't a taphorical expression, but rather, the pupils, irises, and other organs of the eyes had all vanished, turning into starlight.
The Nine-Colored River symbolizing the Nine Lineage God Power intertwined with the Brilliant Galaxy within Ning Fan's body, both torrents intricately woven together.
"Wonder if I'll get blown apart?"
Ning Fan muttered a cold joke, and through the gap of his open mouth, his tongue, teeth, and other parts had similarly vanished, replaced by light spots.
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