His head felt so heavy, and the pain racking his whole body was even harder to describe.
Lin Xuan lay sprawled on the ground, unable to move. This time, although his meridians had not all been damaged and his bones had not cracked apart, the injuries he had suffered were in fact even more severe.
His Nascent Soul and Demon Core had both lost a great deal of vital energy.
In order to survive the Spatial Storm, Lin Xuan had brought out every method he had. In that final instant, even he had thought he might perish. Ending up merely in this state of serious injury could already be considered rather good luck.
The value of life lay in knowing contentment. How terrifying was it when a Tribulation Transcendence Stage old monster fought for his life? What was more, before that, he had even misjudged the situation. Under those circumstances, being able to preserve his little life already left Lin Xuan quite satisfied.
Thinking back to the danger and crisis of that moment, he still felt a lingering chill of fear.
Fortunately, it was all over.
No matter what, he had passed through this trial with more fright than harm.
As for what to do next, Lin Xuan did not know either. The urgent priority was to determine where he was.
After all, at the final moment, he had been swept into the Spatial Storm. Although he had luckily saved his life, it was truly hard to say exactly where he had ended up. Once spatial spells were involved, even being swept into another plane was entirely possible.
Fortunately, ever since Lin Xuan had stepped into the immortal cultivation world, his various experiences had been incomparably abundant. Although he was now seriously injured and did not know where he was,