Return to the East Sea

Pain!

Excruciating pain!

The sensation was like someone had brought an iron rod down hard on the back of his head.

No, to be precise, it was more like someone was hammering his skull over and over with a sledgehammer!

Although he had escaped the Death River at the Fastest Speed, the impact on his true spirit was unprecedented. It had even damaged his divine soul, bringing Lin Chen unbearable pain unlike anything he had ever experienced. Countless bizarre visions even surfaced in his mind.

Though his vision had yet to recover, Lin Chen seemed to "see" countless densely packed figures standing before him. One glance showed no end to them.

Every single figure wore the same clothes, had the same height and build, and seemed utterly identical. Their faces were shrouded in a dim darkness. He clearly could not see anything, yet for some reason, Lin Chen felt that they were staring fixedly at him.

"Wh-what... what is going on...?"

The agonizing pain of his soul being torn apart crashed over him like a tide, wave after wave. Relying on his powerful will, Lin Chen forcibly shut out the pain and condensed that sentence in his mind.

At the same time, he tried to employ various secret divine soul arts to accelerate his soul's self-healing.

Yet he had not expected the mana within this shell to be unusable. Even his divine soul seemed to have been completely immobilized, unable to move.

Truly, when the house leaked, it rained all night...

After encountering one unforeseen situation after another, Lin Chen instead relaxed. Things had already reached this point; there was no use rushing. He might as well wait and see what happened. No matter how bad things became, they could not be worse than the Death River.

Thus, as time