Yun Yang slowly awakened from a deep sleep. After the repeated rounds of extreme torment, his physical and mental energy should have been drained; he should have felt like he was utterly depleted. However, Yun Yang only felt indescribably at ease now.
A switch of thoughts could easily summon the surge of energy within him and a slight bit of cultivation work could make his body float airily like he possessed no weight at all. It was not an uncontrollable imbalance of weightlessness, but a complete manipulation of control.
Carefully feeling the surging energy within him, the aggressive force in the past that pulsed but could not be exerted was no longer there. It felt gentle and obedient to his will, yet the actual power was a hundred times stronger than it had been before. There was no doubt about the authenticity of this feeling.