Demonstration
An hour later, Bi Fan looked as if someone had hauled him out of the water. Yet he stood ramrod straight before Zhan Wuji, his body like a divine spear thrusting into the sky.
Clearly, Bi Fan had now adapted to surviving in this environment after losing all his strength.
"Good, Bi Fan. You did very well. I knew I hadn't misjudged you. I'm glad you've adapted. You became my disciple, but I haven't given you a proper gift yet. This armor will be my gift to you. I forged it by hand from Star Cores I collected here while I was training. My master nearly took me apart over it back then."
"Star Cores are precious, you know. Even an emperor-level cultivator would have a hard time finding a valuable one in the Abyss of the Void. The ordinary ones don't count. Put this armor on, and you'll understand."
Zhan Wuji handed Bi Fan a heavy suit of armor, his expression wistful.
The instant Bi Fan took it, he was pressed flat against the ground.
This time, even after exhausting every ounce of strength, he still couldn't lift the armor in the slightest.
So Bi Fan had no idea just how heavy it was.
Bi Fan glanced at Zhan Wuji in surprise. The other man merely watched him in silence, looking delighted by his predicament. Bi Fan immediately understood: the armor was probably as heavy as a star.
In this kind of environment, putting on the armor was pure wishful thinking.
Forget having his cultivation sealed—even without the seal, Bi Fan wasn't sure he could put the armor on and move freely in it.
So, under Zhan Wuji's amused gaze, Bi Fan abandoned the idea of lifting the armor. Instead, he went to a wall, planted his feet