Rise Of The Infinite Sovereign-Chapter 446: Serum

The energy disperses evenly, its violent surge calming into a steady, controlled flow.

Ezra exhales sharply, his body relaxing as the pressure lifts.

His heart now pulses with a newfound strength, its beats resonating with a rhythmic hum of refined energy.

Letting out a breath of relief, Ezra examines himself.

’Just this much?’

For one, he is most surprised to find that a major portion of the essence he absorbed was used up in reinforcing his heart, leaving a smaller portion.

Ezra’s face hardens at this discovery.

Because now he is longer confident that the massive amount of shards along with the elixir would be enough to complete this stage given that so much essence had been consumed just to reinforce the heart.

"This is troubling" Ezra remarks.

Looking at the small pile of shards gathered in front of him, pangs of frustration formed in his heart.

’How is this many shards still not enough?!’

Annoyance creeped in as well, but Ezra soon calms himself, shifting his perspective to a positive outlook.

’Right. If it takes this much essence, then the power increase must also be massive’

Grabbing a large portion of the shards, Ezra grinds it into energy particles and resumes cultivation his cultivation.

Done with the heart, his next priority is the lungs.

Ezra closes his eyes, steadying his breath as he prepares for the next phase.

His lungs expand and contract rhythmically, each breath drawn in feeling heavier, as if the air carried a weight beyond its natural composition.

He clasps his hands tightly, directing the newly ground energy particles to circulate around his lungs.

The essence swirled like a vortex, resisting slightly before being pulled into his organs.

At first, it feels suffocating.

A sharp, fiery sensation spreads through his chest as the energy seeped into the intricate network of veins and tissues in his lungs to begin refinement.

He gritted his teeth, sweat trickling down his temples.

"This is nothing," Ezra mutters, willing himself to endure.

The energy latches onto the delicate walls of his lungs, and refinement begins.

The process is agonizing, each breath burning as the energy works its way through the intricate structure of his lungs.

Ezra’s body trembles, his chest rising and falling unevenly as he fights against the suffocating sensation.

Every inhale feels like drawing in molten fire, and every exhale leaves behind a trail of icy sharpness.

But he persists, his focus unwavering.

His mind blocks out the pain, redirecting all his attention to controlling the flow of energy. frёeωebɳovel.com

The essence fights back, wild and unruly, but Ezra’s will is stronger.

He guides the energy through his lungs, forcing it to reinforce and refine them.

Slowly, the fiery discomfort begins to subside, replaced by a soothing warmth that spreads through his chest.

Minutes stretch into an hour, each second feeling longer than the last.

Ezra’s breathing finally steadies, the once-violent energy settling into a harmonious rhythm.

His lungs now feel lighter yet more powerful, as though they’ve been rebuilt with a stronger foundation.

Ezra exhales, a plume of faint energy escaping his lips.

"It’s done," he murmurs, opening his eyes.

The world around him feels sharper, the air crisper.

Every breath he takes fills him with a sense of vitality that wasn’t there before.

His lungs no longer just process air—they draw in the energy of the environment, enriching him with every inhale.

He leans back, wiping the sweat from his brow.

The pile of shards in front of him has diminished significantly, but he isn’t deterred.

The transformation is worth the cost.

Each breath became deeper, drawing not just oxygen but an ethereal force that seemed to nourish his entire being.

Slowly, the pain subsided, replaced by a sensation of lightness.

But little remains of the absorbed essence, most of it had been used up.

Anticipating such an outcome, Ezra is only slightly annoyed to have his expectations met.

’Still. This is exhausting’

The pain has subsided, but his body still aches and his stamina had bottomed out.

So before moving on to the liver, Ezra begins circulating his Qi, kickstarting his bodies healing process.

Three-quarters of an hour later, Ezra is recovered his stamina to the peak and his mental strength had also recovered, putting him in prime form.

Restarting cultivation, Ezra grinds the rest of the shards into particles and absorbs, forming a decent amount of essence.

Though Ezra is doubtful that it would be enough to refine the liver completely, he starts refinement regardless.

He guides the swirling essence downward, focusing it around his lower ribcage.

The moment the energy makes contact with his liver, a cold sensation spreads through his abdomen.

Sharp and invasive, it feels like a multitude of icy needles pricking at his insides.

Ezra’s brows furrows as he grit his teeth, concentrating harder to ensure the essence flows evenly.

The liver, responsible for purifying toxins within the body, seemed to react violently to the surge of energy.

Dark wisps of impurities rose from his pores, dissipating into the air.

He opened his eyes briefly and noticed the faint sheen of black liquid on his skin.

His body was expelling more impurities than he anticipated, a sign of how much waste had accumulated in his system despite his advanced cultivation.

"That’s disgusting," Ezra mutters, though he is relieved. "At least it’s working."

Bit by bit, his liver began to adapt, becoming stronger and more efficient.

He could feel it refining the blood coursing through his veins with greater precision, removing remnants of fatigue and even lingering injuries he hadn’t noticed.

Time ticks, with minutes slipping away, stretching into half an hour and beyond.

All seems to be going well, when suddenly...the refinement comes to a pause.

Ezra sighs at this.

’I knew it’

As he predicted, the essence within his body has been used up.

With his chest heaving and his body hot, Ezra feels reluctant to stop the refinement at this point.

So he pulls out the vial containing mysterious silver liquid from within his pocket.

Though unsure of how much essence lay within the serum, Ezra has not choice but to hope it would be enough for the latter remains of the liver.

Almost seventy percent had been refined, so hopefully, his serum would have enough essence to cover the remaining thirty percent.

With it being the lat resort, Ezra doesn’t need to think much before gulping it down whole.

The moment the silver liquid touches his tongue, Ezra feels an icy chill that courses through his entire body.

It isn’t unpleasant—on the contrary, it’s invigorating.

The liquid slides down his throat, leaving a cooling trail that reaches deep into his core. His body reacts instantly.

The serum explodes into a surge of pure essence, flooding his system with unparalleled potency.

Ezra’s muscles tense, his body momentarily overwhelmed by the sheer force of the energy.

"This...is strong," he mutters, his voice strained as he struggles to contain the raging torrent of power.

Guided by his will, the essence races toward his liver, merging seamlessly with the swirling energy already there.

The refinement process resumes with a vigor Ezra hadn’t expected, the serum accelerating the process exponentially.

Ezra steadies his breathing, focusing on guiding the energy.

His liver, which had initially resisted the refinement, now absorbed the essence hungrily.

The cold sensation returns, sharper and more intense than before, but Ezra endures, gritting his teeth as dark impurities are expelled from his pores in waves.

The black sheen coating his skin thickens, accompanied by a faint, acrid smell.

Ezra winces at the unpleasantness but doesn’t falter.

Minutes pass, and the refinement reaches its climax.

His liver, now fully refined, radiates a vitality that Ezra can feel throughout his entire being.

His blood flows smoother, carrying the invigorated essence to every corner of his body.

He exhales deeply, a plume of faint, silvery energy escaping his lips.

"It worked," Ezra murmurs, his voice steady but filled with relief.

But just as he begin rejoicing, a chnage occurs.

His skin begins to heat up significantly.

It grows so hot Ezra lets out a deep groan, as it felt as though a steaming piece of metal was scalding his skin and making carvings on it.

Only after what felt like an eternity, did the pain stop.

In contrast, this had all taken place within the span of five minutes.

Ezra gasped, his chest rising and falling heavily as he staggered backward.

The intense heat coursing through his skin left him trembling, his hands instinctively clutching at his arms as if to peel off the invisible fire.

"What the hell was that?" he muttered, his voice hoarse.

His body ached all over, but the sensation wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

There was a something to it, Ezra could fell that he gained something, whether an ability or a new appendage though, he couldn’t tell.

His muscles twitched, the veins beneath his skin glowing faintly with a silvery hue before fading away.

Though asking, Ezra already guessed what it was.