The Inverted Lost Dessert

Upon hearing the voice in his ear, Xu Yong'an didn't hesitate and swallowed the Silver Blade Tree seed, then sat cross-legged and began to refine it. As he closed his eyes, true energy surged from his body, forming a twisting sword formation on the ground beneath him, gradually siphoning the surrounding spiritual energy to nourish his body.

This kind of nourishment should have been comfortable and warm, but instead, the absorbed spiritual energy felt like sharp needles piercing through every pore, relentlessly tearing at his body. He felt like a swollen bag, filled with air, ready to burst at any moment.

Xu Yong'an's face flushed red, his breathing grew labored, and even though he was meditating, an eerie sensation of suffocation washed over him, as if he was on the verge of death, unable to hold on any longer.

At that moment, Master Wuheng's voice echoed in his mind.

"What you're experiencing is the ancient sword cultivators' method—Sword Pellet."