(Another ten-thousand-word chapter before one in the morning.)
Lu Chen swept his wide sleeve, creating a barrier to conceal the wretched signs of Chen Ping'an's Realm Drop. He warned him through a voice transmission, "Since you planned for this long ago, and what's happening far away is beyond your reach anyway, leave it be for now. Deal with what's in front of you first. Get back to the wall at once."
Half of the Sword Qi Great Wall was where Chen Ping'an had joined with the Dao. It could help steady his Dao heart and realm.
Within the Human Body Small World, the mountains and rivers were in turmoil. His Dao heart drifted like a little boat amid raging waves. The half of the Sword Qi Great Wall where he had joined with the Dao was the finest ballast beneath heaven.
Chen Ping'an nodded. "Give me a moment," he said hoarsely.
Lu Chen asked, "Why didn't you let your realm fall while you were on the wall? It would've hurt less, at least."
Chen Ping'an gave him an answer that left him speechless. "When a cultivator's realm falls, his mountains and rivers shatter, but that can benefit his martial path. Using the method Uncle Li taught me, I can map more of the 'mountains and rivers' formed by my flesh, blood, sinews, and bones. It's another way to temper the foundation of a Martial Cultivator's body."
Lu Chen understood at once.
There was profound learning in the Martial Cultivator's vigorous qi stage.
Chen Ping'an had made a journey through the Savage World. After a Realm Drop this brutal, he certainly wasn't going to suffer for nothing.
There was still a third wheel beside them. He remained silent, cautiously studying the two human cultivators.
One was a young human sword cultivator;