The optimized cultivation method still followed the original system.
But it was more complete, and judging from the dream, its effects were better—almost terrifyingly so.
At least the last time it played out in his dream, he hadn't been injured at all.
But with my regenerative ability, as long as I don't die on the spot, I can recover from anything. He pondered this, feeling somewhat excited.
He could feel his damaged body healing rapidly. In a moment, it had returned to normal.
Chen Shouyi stood up, took off his shirt and shoes, and revealed a powerful, well-defined physique. Then he walked barefoot out of the ice cave and began cultivating the fifth-optimized version of the technique.
His whole body turned red. Countless pinpricks of blood seeped from his skin, while billowing steam mingled with the blood, tinged faintly crimson.
He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his movements abruptly interrupted.
The blood was pale, but quite viscous, as though mixed with something else. It wasn't pure blood; it also contained the organs and muscles that had been unable to withstand the destructive information and had perished.
Most terrifying of all, his brain was suffering the same fate.
Blood seeped from his eyes, nostrils, and ears. He looked like a vengeful ghost crawling out of hell.
He could feel his thoughts growing sluggish, as if they had rusted. It seemed his brain was dissolving.
An ordinary person at this point would either be clinging to their last breath or already reduced to an idiot. Yet he still stood there just fine, without even swaying.
That's terrifying... But... Chen Shouyi closed his eyes. He felt he could still think normally, though his thoughts had become somewhat halting.
Perhaps my thoughts can now exist independently, just like those powerful Nature Spirits.