And at this moment.
Sure enough, just as Wang Weiguo chose to resist it,
his entire body began to suffer damage.
What was more, all kinds of pain were directly inflicted upon his conscious self.
They were no longer borne by his superego! He had never expected the pain to be this intense.
That pain could not exactly be called unbearable.
Its value lay in its authenticity.
Absolute authenticity.
The authenticity of memory.
They were all pains he had truly experienced before.
From childhood colds and fevers, to cutting his fingers, followed by toothaches, stomachaches, and toes being crushed by doors...
Then there were more recent pains, like the cramping pain in his severely nearsighted eyes.
That was not the last real pain he had experienced before transmigrating into the Siheyuan world.
In any case, all the most genuine pains he had endured from childhood to adulthood came back once more.
There was none of that bizarre skinning and tendon-pulling.
Nor were there any assorted tortures.
There were none of those legendary pains.
Because he had never experienced them.
They might all have been fake.
Yet the pains surfacing within his body at this moment were all the most genuine ones.
Under such circumstances,
Wang Weiguo, who had not undergone much tempering at all, immediately yielded.
"Ah!"
"It hurts so much!"
"Let me go!"
"Let me go! I'm willing!"
"I'm willing to return to the time when I had no wild thoughts at all."
In fact, everyone had gone through such a period without wild thoughts.
Some people claimed that was impossible.
Then you were just being foolish.
Think back to when you were between three and seven years old.
When you had only just begun to remember things, you did not have thoughts of destroying heaven and earth.
When