The clouds were pale, the wind light.
Lin Xuan still lay quietly where he was.
At this moment, aside from his head, every bone in his body had already shattered inch by inch.
His meridians were in much the same state, a complete tangled mess.
He could not mobilize his magical power; even moving a single finger had become an extravagant hope.
Yet there was no anxiety on Lin Xuan's face. At least his Dual Infant One Core was perfectly intact.
As long as his Nascent Souls and Demon Core were fine, the injuries to his physical body were nothing serious. Though troublesome, there would always be a way to recover.
That said, right now he could not move at all, so naturally he could not do anything.
He could only lie here quietly.
The sun rose and set.
Before he knew it, Lin Xuan had already been lying here for over a month.
As for the nearby environment, he had come to understand it clearly.
The place he now found himself in was a gorge.
All around were endless rolling mountains, winding and crouching like coiled beasts, stretching on and on into the far distance.
Lin Xuan did not know where the mountain range would eventually lead. After all, the distance his divine sense could probe was limited.
Although every bone in his body was shattered and all his meridians were damaged, leaving him unable to mobilize even a trace of magical power, there was no problem at all with using his divine sense.
This made him feel immensely fortunate.
Though he did not know where he was, this place was worthy of being one of the top-tier realms of the Spirit World. Its Spirit Vein resources were extremely abundant, and their quality was far from ordinary. The gorge