Zhou Leng lowered his head to look, his chest and abdomen covered with white cloth. He lifted it and saw that the skin and flesh were gone, revealing a large hole. Inside, the chest and ribs were clearly visible, and the blood-colored organs slowly squirmed, clearly seen.
The bones inside emitted a faint silver glow, and red light flowed in the blood vessels of the organs, resembling magma.
Zhou Leng thought of the original seed, thought of the power of the Ice Snow Divine Sect, and sighed in relief.
But in the next moment, his expression slightly changed.
True Qi, Dantian, Meridians, all devoid of sensation.
Zhou Leng's face turned slightly pale.
Chen Shouhu and Wang Boxiong walked over.
"You're awake?" Chen Shouhu asked.
Wang Boxiong tried hard to squeeze out a smile, like chatting with his son, but for some reason, he couldn't manage it.
Zhou Leng asked, "How is Zhang Xinglie's Mountain and River Origin?"
