Bewitching Body

At this moment, as Bai Ze sensed his own condition, he could not help but smile bitterly.

It could be said that his body was now riddled with holes. Fully recovering would be no easy task.

Especially since the foundation of his martial path had suffered tremendous damage. Even with peerless talent, he would face immense restrictions on the path of martial cultivation.

Moreover, if his Prison Suppressing Divine Dragon Body wished to advance further, it would clearly become even more difficult.

Fortunately, he had left the world shrouded by the Myriad Demon Great Array, so he no longer had to worry about being devoured and turned into power to strengthen it.

With a thought from Bai Ze, healing pills flew from his Storage Bag and entered his mouth. At the same time, strands of fierce sword intent spread around his body.

He swiftly circulated the Dragon Subduing Prison Suppressing Art within him, rapidly healing the injuries in his body.

Half a year later,

Bai Ze sat cross-legged atop the mountain behind Tang Family Fortress, cultivating continuously while wrapped in boundless spiritual energy.

Although seventy to eighty percent of his injuries had recovered, the cracks in the foundation of his martial path had not changed in the slightest.

He could also clearly sense that his cultivation speed was far from what it had once been. Breaking through to higher realms had become far more difficult as well.

During these past six months, he had also learned what world he was currently in.

Bai Ze slowly opened his eyes. A flash of formidable power flickered through them as he said calmly, "It seems the Hidden Heaven Cross-Realm Technique ultimately has its limits. It can only forcibly leave one's original world and travel to another; it cannot guarantee a direct ascension