Is this what a zombie is?

Jiang Chen sat cross-legged.

He removed the broken piece of the resurrection incense from his neck and placed it several meters away.

This is done to prevent the Resurrection Incense from continuing its healing effect, thus negating the subsequent tempering effect.

Tempering the body requires breaking down the old to build up the new.

The process of breaking down and then rebuilding is, of course, fraught with torment. When Cat Master said that Jiang Chen was experiencing two kinds of torture, it was not an exaggeration; it was a statement based entirely on facts.

To alleviate the pain of the body tempering process, Jiang Chen thought of starting only after his senses had become dulled.

Jiang Chen closed his eyes.

Some angry things started replaying in my mind.

He was cursed by a sorcerer, who summoned a swarm of scorpions that stung him to death...

Hmm, looking back now, it feels like a long time ago, like a lifetime ago.

Moreover, both sorcerers were already dead, which could be considered revenge, so there was even less emotional fluctuation.

His ex-girlfriend evoked more regret and sadness than anything else.

They are now from completely different worlds, unable to be together, and there is no good outcome for them.

This feeling can only be cherished in retrospect, for at the time it was already a regret.

It wasn't until he thought of Ai asking him for help, before he was even given his address, that he was taken into custody.

Although he didn't see it, that didn't stop him from imagining it. Then, on the other end of the phone, Li Lianying introduced himself in a sarcastic tone.

That was an infuriating tone; anger and even murderous intent were stirred up in that instant.

This causes his plasma heart to produce unstable fluctuations.

With a piercing crackling sound, azure currents leaped out, but under Jiang Chen's mental control, the arc of electricity did not leave his body, but instead jumped towards the blood vessels near his heart.

Very quickly, almost in an instant, Jiang Chen's skin began to crack and peel off.

There was no blood splattering, because the blood was instantly evaporated by the high temperature, turning into red steam.

Then there are the subcutaneous muscle fibers. During the carbonization process, they emit a pungent smell of burning protein, which is somewhat tempting.

But Cat Master saw the round face twitching, and the beard on his face was shaking.

It looks painful. Even though Jiang Chen's senses have become a little dulled, Cat Master doesn't believe he would feel nothing at all.

Judging from Jiang Chen's distorted facial features and the bulging veins on his neck and arms, you could tell that he definitely felt something, but he just held on.

Jiang Chen took off the broken incense stick that was hanging around his neck.

But within his plasma heart, there was a complete, swirling gray vortex of resurrection incense.

The cyclone spun, and a strange vitality emerged.

Like a pair of invisible hands, it instantly smoothed out the damage caused by the electric arc, reconnected the broken blood vessels, and restored the carbonized skin and flesh fibers to an undamaged state.

Destruction and repair.

Destruction and rebirth.

These two diametrically opposed forces were constantly pulling and tugging within Jiang Chen's body, like an endless tug-of-war.

Every tug-of-war felt like a brush with death.

Jiang Chen's repeated leaps across the Book of Life and Death in the King of Hell were only possible because he had the Soul-Returning Incense as a backup. Even a cultivator who had mastered the Thunder Technique wouldn't dare to do such a thing.

Being reckless and unafraid of death means being ruthless not only to others but also to oneself.

With such perseverance, the courage to think, act, and fight, one can succeed in anything.

This is not cultivation, but a self-harming or even suicidal body tempering, all in order to complete the envisioned body circuitry in the shortest possible time.

After the first cycle ended, Jiang Chen did not stop.

The second time, the third time...

In the basement, only eerie flashes of electricity and the pervasive smell of burning filled the air.

And so, Jiang Chen 'enjoyed' the torture of being slowly sliced ​​to death and cut into a thousand pieces, inch by inch, over and over again.

After enduring dozens of life-or-death cycles, the electric light in the basement finally stopped for a moment.

At this moment, Jiang Chen's bones, muscles, and even internal organs developed a certain resistance to the violent electric current.

His physical strength, resilience, and endurance have all been comprehensively enhanced at this time.

But this is only the first step.

Without pausing for a moment, Jiang Chen immediately began the second step of his plan.

He wanted to treat his tempered body as a highly precise circuit board.

Construct a complete and closed-loop energy network within and on the surface of your body.

He carefully separated a tiny strand of electricity and tried to guide it along the intended meridian route.

However, he overestimated his control and underestimated the ferocity of the heavenly lightning.

The moment that current left the heart, it was like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, completely uncontrollable.

Instead of following the predetermined route, it directly broke through the fragile meridians that had just been repaired.

Undoubtedly, he failed and suffered a minor injury as a result.

But this minor injury was nothing to Jiang Chen, who had become accustomed to torture.

He calmly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and immediately tried again.

But the result remained the same.

The violent electric current was difficult to guide precisely, and every attempt ended with the destruction of meridians and severe damage to internal organs.

Several consecutive failures brought the project to a complete standstill.

Every time he failed, Ai Yi's face, always sporting a carefree smile, would flash through his mind.

time does not wait.

That old eunuch, who had lived for over a hundred years, would never show any mercy to Ai Yi.

A sense of unease, like a venomous snake, crept into his heart.

The fluctuation in her mood immediately triggered an even worse chain reaction.

The plasma heart inside his chest, which had just calmed down a bit, showed signs of going out of control again, beating faster and faster, and its light becoming increasingly dazzling.

An aura of destruction once again enveloped the entire basement.

Right at this critical point of spiraling out of control.

A sudden change occurred.

The physical piece of the Soul-Returning Incense that Jiang Chen had placed on the floor some distance away suddenly lit up with a faint light.

It seemed to resonate with the gray vortex in Jiang Chen's heart in some unknown way, transcending space.

The next second, a thick cloud of gray smoke eerily emerged from the incense.

The smoke didn't dissipate as usual; instead, it slithered like a living snake, instantly covering several meters and completely enveloping Jiang Chen, who was sitting cross-legged.

This time, the smoke did not bring any healing effect.

Jiang Chen felt a blur before his eyes, and his consciousness was forcibly pulled out of his body by an irresistible force.

He was pulled into a strange, gray space.

There are no ups and downs, no directions, no sun, moon, or stars, only endless chaos.

Directly in front of his consciousness, two enormous vortexes were suspended.