CRACK! CRACK!
The sounds started faintly, then grew more intense. After the body, charred black by Heavenly Thunder, sank into the deep pit, a series of crackling noises began to emanate from its surface. From petal-like flakes to large chunks, the burnt layer slowly sloughed off like a cicada emerging from its shell.
Tender, rosy-hued skin, like that of a newborn baby, slowly grew in place of the charred exterior. Had this scene, which completely defied all theories of human anatomy, occurred before the eyes of the world, it would have surely scared people to death—or driven them mad.
An unknown amount of time passed. When his entire body had completed its metamorphosis, Qin Fan slowly opened his eyes. His first instinct was not to examine the changes to his body's surface, but to concentrate his energy and sense the aura within. Upon feeling that his meridians had grown more than twice as robust as before, he was so thrilled that his breathing became short and rapid.
