Feeling Itchy

Within the cave.

Yan Zaizen quietly sat in a seated cultivation stance. Around him, droplets of golden liquid effusing a grand, magnificent aura circled his body. It was mystical as the drops revolved around him like planetary satellites. From time to time, Yan Zaizen would breathe him. A drop of golden liquid would zoom into his glabella.

From there, his veins and arteries would become visible, tinged with golden light as the energy infused within his blood, carried into his heart, and later refined and dispersed into his six yang organs, five yin organs, and his numerous acupunctures. 

Within his body, minute but devastatingly powerful explosions took place. Despite his serene expression, closed eyes, and calm breathing, his every cell was experiencing a period of havoc unlike anything this body of his had ever experienced.