As the blood covered the dagger it seemed to come alive. The dagger burst into an incredible amount of black threads which wrapped around the bear’s head. The threads were so tight that the bear could not move. Xuanyuan’s hand was glued to the dagger.
His body gave a violent shake. All the black threads condensed into a black light which was directed towards his body. Xuanyuan felt his wounds healing, his strength replenishing. To his shock, the bear’s torso shrank at an alarming speed until there was only skin and bones left. The bear merely struggled for a brief moment before it died.
His wounds disappeared, his hunger no longer remained. He felt energetic. He looked at the dagger. A few pieces of rust fell from the dagger, the black light shone weakly for a while longer and then it returned to normal.
When his life was at stake; Xuanyuan was fierce and fearless, however he realized after that a cold sweat had covered his body. He tried to steady his breathing. All the sensations he just experienced were unimaginable. He could not find anything similar when searching through the old memories from this body.