"Congratulations. You passed the Second Trial of the Nightmare Trial."
As the examiner's voice faded, a white orb of soft light appeared out of thin air and drifted down onto Jiang Ping An's battered body.
The instant it touched him, the orb became a warm current that seeped into every inch of his skin, every bone, and every meridian.
An indescribable comfort drove away the searing pain.
The next moment, flesh began to writhe at the stumps of his missing left leg and both arms. Bones regrew and extended at a speed visible to the naked eye.
His shattered organs seemed to be stitched together by invisible hands, swiftly taking shape again. His broken bones gave faint cracking sounds as they mended.
Even the damaged Origin of his divinity was healed by that immense power and restored to its peak.
His depleted divine power and Primordial Qi filled up again.
This had to be a benefit reserved for those who cleared a trial.
If he had given up midway instead of persevering to the end, healing such horrific injuries would have cost him a vast amount of resources and effort.
Jiang Ping An did not get up at once. He lay still for a while, letting his unsettled breathing grow steady.
Only when he felt his body, energy, and spirit had returned to their best did he circulate his divine power and form a clean white robe around himself.
Then he rose from the cold bronze floor, his movements steady and strong.
"Time for the next trial."
He murmured to himself and looked into the void.
The examiner spoke at just the right moment, a note of warning in his voice. "The Nightmare Trial is different. If you stop now, you can still receive the inheritance of a fine Divine