A drop of pure liquid flowed from his dantian, rushing towards his meridians and flowing into every limb and bone.,The weak meridians, like greedy gluttonous insects, frantically devour the liquid. The silt within slowly dissolves, and a feeling of comfort spreads throughout the body.,The moment I entered my dantian, my head almost exploded. A pitch-black divine cauldron sat in the center of my dantian, and the liquid was flowing out from within it.。