My head hurt.
A searing pain, as though the space between my brows were about to split open.
But judging from the current situation, the problem was no longer too serious.
Infinite Celestial Venerable, I finally pulled through.
This combination of medical arts, demonic arts, evil arts, and righteous arts should be used with caution in the future. I nearly had to pick another day to reincarnate.
Ah, this realm has no Hall of Yama. Then I should have said pick another day to possess a body... How can a cultivator's business be called possession? It's the full utilization of a fresh corpse.
Wang Jixuan faced his True Heart squarely.
He had taken another step closer to demonic deviation. That was indeed a bad omen.
Soul Fragmentation Injury, Foundation Dao Damage. He could not engage in combat for the next hundred days, or his injuries would worsen.
There were ways to mend all these injuries.
He had protected over a hundred thousand people in Fortress No. 76 in this battle. Next, he could laze around with a clear conscience and simply hold out his hand to the military for resources.
With such merit, he could at least muddle his way through Foundation Establishment, right?
Blade Beasts had come to this world a century ago. That meant spiritual energy had existed in this realm for a hundred years. Could there be plenty of century-old herbal medicine?
Modern technology could not use those herbs anyway. Wouldn't they be perfect for him? Once he entered the fourth stage of Foundation Establishment, the Void Return Realm, he could get a medicinal cauldron and refine pills.
If he found century-old spiritual medicine, the aptitude of this Dao body would improve by a great deal!
Of course, those were matters for later. Resting and recuperating came