But regrettably, the result seemed as useless as he had expected.
For several days straight, he formed hand seals, yet he never sensed even the slightest trace of his "true body," much less shattered the "illusion realm" before him.
One day.
Two days...
As time passed, Wei Tu, reduced to a mortal, felt the hunger in his belly grow stronger by the day. Waves of intense hunger and exhaustion surged wildly through his mind, battering his consciousness without cease.
However, as a cultivator accustomed to sleeping rough and dining on the wind and dew, and a body cultivator who had tempered his physique time and again, Wei Tu's will was naturally countless times stronger than that of an ordinary mortal.
Even after half a month of starvation, when he had become little more than skin stretched over bones and his cracked lips were bleeding, he still did not choose to give up. He continued forming hand seals, trying to "awaken" his true body.
But before long, his mortal body within this illusion realm had also been worn down by nearly a month of deprivation. His life was like the last flicker of a candle in the wind, swaying on the brink of extinction.
And even then, he had yet to come up with a new way to break the deadlock.
After all—no matter that he was an Integrated Body Great Talent, no matter how often he had weathered peril, no matter how clever he was... it was difficult for him to easily shatter, in so short a time, this "Rebirth Realm" illusion created by the immortals of the Radiant Victory Realm.
Compared to immortals, a Body Integration Cultivator was still far, far too weak when it came to the power of an entire realm.
In the end, with a snap,