The initial impact of the dark energy, even when tempered and guided by the milky white ball's stabilising essence, was far more brutal than I had anticipated.
The membrane separating my primary Dantian from the first major meridian was incredibly thick and resilient—a biological barrier that had remained sealed since my birth.
It took nearly ten minutes of focused, agonising pressure, pounding against that spiritual wall like a battering ram, before I finally heard the internal crack of its surrender.
The moment the barrier shattered, the floodgates opened. The dark energy, no longer contained, surged into the meridian with terrifying momentum. The sheer force of the influx didn't just fill the main channel; it acted like a high-pressure jet, forcibly pushing open dozens of secondary meridians attached to the primary one.
