The Bound of Universe

After some time, the lightning storm finally came to an end.

Yun Yang, who had persevered through the entire ordeal, could only feel a single sensation – he was certain that his entire being was a piece of steel that had been laid on a chopping board and had been pounded on from head to toe. His bones, his muscles, his meridians… Nothing was left unscathed!

The moment the lightning strikes stopped, he collapsed onto the ground, no longer able to support himself. He had not actually succumbed to the storm; in truth, he felt unusually relaxed. He would be sorry for himself if he did not seize the chance to lie down and rest a little.

Yun Yang subconsciously exhaled a breath he did not know he had held on to earlier. It was a rare sight indeed when a puff of black smoke exited his lips.