Lu Bai emerged from the pile of rocks and looked around. Jagged stones stretched as far as the eye could see, covering at least dozens of miles in every direction.
Under the Lightning Tribulation, every living thing had been wiped out. There were no birdsong or insect calls; the place was quiet to an almost unnatural degree.
He had expected as much, so Lu Bai didn't stand around in a daze. He picked a direction at random and set off, leaving the uninhabited wasteland behind.
He walked with his head slightly bowed, clearly deep in thought.
In truth, since he didn't experience negative emotions, the Lightning Tribulation that had nearly killed him hadn't really affected him.
He was still at the Mahayana stage, but he could no longer use his Mana at full strength. He figured that, in a fight, he'd be lucky to muster the power of a half-step Mahayana cultivator.
After all, the consequences of cutting off a part of his own cultivation were still there.
It was obvious that cultivation wasn't something one could simply sever at will.
If it were that easy, far fewer cultivators would die beneath the Lightning Tribulation.
The so-called Mahayana stage meant that a cultivator's body and Primordial Spirit had perfectly fused, bringing about a second transformation. They could sense and wield the Great Dao Laws; one could say they had already set half a foot into the realm of immortality.
One's comprehension of the Great Dao couldn't be weakened, though Lu Bai's own understanding of it had never been particularly profound.
So, in simple terms, cutting off part of his cultivation had forcibly separated his body and Primordial Spirit from their close fusion.
The effect of [Steel Body] was still there, so Lu Bai's body was more or less fine. The