Pain was nothing. Compared with mortals, most cultivators possessed tough and resilient minds. However, according to the records of the Yin-Yang Art, this agony would continue for several days, and the cultivator had to endure that pain while continuing to circulate the art without making the slightest mistake. The transformation of Yin-Yang Spiritual Qi was already dangerous to the extreme; one wrong step, and he would fall into a state beyond all redemption.
No man was a sage; who could be without fault? In ordinary meditation and qi cultivation, even with no disturbances at all, some small hitch might still occur, let alone under this inhuman torment...
Cultivators were not afraid of pain, but no one was willing to bear the consequence of body and soul being destroyed after a mistake.
A trace of hesitation also appeared on Lin Xuan's face.
He weighed in his heart, one by one, the benefits of cultivating this art and the dangers that might occur.
After a long while, Lin Xuan stood up, a trace of resolve flashing across his face.
He had always had confidence in his own willpower, of course. Still, Lin Xuan was no reckless brute; he always planned before taking action.
With such great risk, if he had no assurance, he would not try it lightly. But if he was not remembering incorrectly, in an Alchemy Book he had read before, there had once been a record of a spiritual medicine called the "Seven Heart Pill," which could protect the mind and spirit.
As long as his spiritual altar remained clear and was not knocked senseless by the pain, Lin Xuan believed that with his own perseverance, he should be able to complete the process of transforming Yin-Yang Spiritual Qi.
After pondering for a moment, Lin Xuan went to another