When Qu Jianlei appeared this time, he was still in considerable torment inside, nowhere near as dazzling as he looked on the outside.
The onlookers in the distance felt shock, doubt, and all sorts of other emotions, but they also relaxed completely: as long as he could get away!
There truly was no one who did not admire this young True Venerable's perseverance, and even less did anyone hope for anything to happen to him.
If he could pull out in time when things went wrong, taking some injuries would not matter—after all, this was a matter of such magnitude. Who could possibly pay no price?
But to Qu Jianlei, it was not only the unbearable torment, plus the possible risk of injury. His greatest concern was the Dao Stele's aura!
In this operation, if he had not appropriately released some of the Dao Stele's Coercive Pressure, he absolutely could not have held on until now.
He did not have to hold on this long, and he believed no one would have criticized him to his face.
But since he had already stepped into the game, he had to do things properly and strive to make them as perfect as possible.
When he could hide it, he would hide it as much as he could. When there was truly no other way, he could not let it affect the bigger picture either.
Moreover, using the Dao Stele in moderation could effectively improve the efficiency of Saving the Heavens from Tilting and reduce his workload.
Honestly speaking, although this life as a tool had brought him abundant gains, it was far too torturous.
Thinking that endless work still waited for him in the future, True Venerable Qu inevitably felt a little helpless.
In light of all these considerations, the Dao Stele