After the Golden Holy Light entered Ye Qingchen's body, it brought an intense, piercing pain, as if stabbed by countless needles. This Golden Holy Light was unlike any energy Ye Qingchen had ever encountered. It was insidious, permeating his body like countless hair-thin worms, recklessly rampaging through his meridians and cells. The agony was comparable to being sliced by a thousand knives—perhaps even worse.
This pain originated from every single one of his cells. Now he finally understood why Elder Yang had said that the reward was directly proportional to the pain endured.
However, Ye Qingchen's will had been forged through hardship since childhood. He had endured all sorts of suffering on his path of cultivation. Besides, this Holy Light Initiation could directly enhance his cultivation, the very thing he lacked most. After all, even if he found Qin Yue now, bringing her back with his current strength would be as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
