Pain!
An indescribable pain!
It wasn't just the excruciating pain of his physical body being torn apart inch by inch.
It originated deep within his Dantian Purple Mansion—a feeling of cataclysmic collapse, as if heaven and earth were crumbling, that struck at the very core of his path of cultivation!
Wu Yushan fought back the weakness and agony that nearly made him faint, taking a deep breath.
His face was as pale as paper, utterly devoid of color. Beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking the collar of his tattered robes.
He clenched his teeth so hard that his gums began to bleed, mixing with the metallic, sweet taste in his mouth.
But at this moment, he couldn't spare a single thought for his physical suffering.
His Heart and Spirit was almost entirely submerged in the wreckage of his Purple Mansion.
The Great Perfection of Qi Refining—a realm countless Cultivators dreamed of reaching.
