Yang Yifeng finally woke up from the endless darkness after not knowing how long he had been unconscious.
"What happened to me?"
Yang Yifeng's head ached intensely as he struggled to recall what had happened before.
"That broken necklace seems to have drained all the inner strength from my body! Just like the first time, and then I fainted!"
Suddenly, a thought occurred to Yang Yifeng; he closed his eyes and concentrated closely.
His body, which had been empty before, was now filled with abundant inner strength, and both the quantity and the quality were far greater than before!
"Could it be..."
His face lit up with ecstatic amazement as he extended his hand steadily, and then, strands of inner strength flowed along his fingers' meridians to the tips of his fingers.
Before fainting, if he wanted to channel a strand of inner strength into another object, he had one prerequisite: he needed to make direct contact with the object or use something like silver needles as a medium.