Four thousand five hundred units of purified Malice ignited in Lu Chen’s dantian with the sound of an underground thunderclap.
The Asura Crucible roared like a sealed blast fire fed with liquid oxygen.
Inside his lower belly, the dark, volatile fuel—stripped of ghostly grudges and psychic rot—transformed into blinding white light.
The solitary fire seed that had anchored his [Nine Revolutions Blood Embryo] at Tier 1 swelled wildly.
It swelled from the size of a mustard grain to the dimensions of an iron walnut. It shook at forty thousand cycles per second.
The extreme spinning speed generated unbearable outward-pulling shear across his inner viscera.
His belly lining groaned under the pressure. His breath hissed through clenched teeth in boiling white plumes that scorched the front of his tunic.
Then, at the peak of the heat swelling, the Asura Crucible slammed down its spirit hammer.
