Yan Zhaoge's aura-qi that resembled dragons surged, fire and ice intermingling, yin and yang in harmony.
His abundant aura-qi gradually changed, no longer blazing hot or icy cold, slowly becoming indistinct like that chaotic qi mass in Yan Zhaoge's dantian.
It seemed like it could tolerate all things, birth all things, exterminate all things.
Looking within his body, a hint of a smile appeared at the corners of Yan Zhaoge's lips.
As per his thoughts, the chaotic aura-qi within Yan Zhaoge's body abruptly shuddered, seeming to condense into a single drop.
The aura-qi moved through Yan Zhaoge's body as he willed it, moving smoothly and ceaselessly, in complete synchrony with his mind and thoughts.
At this moment, Yan Zhaoge's aura-qi was like an extension of his fleshly body, controlled by him like a finger on his arm, agglomerating and dispersing it as he liked.
Like the deep sea in its passivity, like thunderbolts in its activity.