Self-torture

The North-West of the Dead Soul Mountain range, in an isolated peak...

Shi Yan sat cross-legged on the summit. The blood-red hue in his pupils faded as his original countenance restored.

The War Devil, the Ghost Hunter, the Ice Cold Flame, the King of Demonic Insects, and the Holy Spirit God were hovering around, guarding him in silence in case some danger came suddenly.

The moonlight was like silvery water, shining all over him. Tiny stars twinkled, decorating the night sky. Starlight condensed and then poured on him silently.

Shi Yan stood upright. After four hours, he opened his eyes, taking in a deep breath.

His energy had been restored. After the recovery period, his cruel mood had been calmed down. His Sea of Consciousness was like a shiny mirror lighting everywhere.

It was now a peaceful and harmonious zone.

The Ice Cold Flame sent him its thought, "Are you alright?"