Dim. Damp.
Pain.
Chen Lin opened his eyes and moved his body a little, making the corner of his mouth twitch involuntarily.
His entire body felt as though it had fallen apart. The slightest movement brought excruciating pain.
It was not just his flesh that hurt. His soul was in agony as well.
All of this was the result of crossing the barrier between planes.
The Nightmare Realm was a plane governed by higher-order rules. Even with a Space Rift opened, the residual rule force in the Void was still beyond what a mere Void Refinement Cultivator like him could withstand. He had only survived thanks to the remaining might of the Thunder God Sword. Otherwise, he would have been torn to pieces on the spot.
He rolled his eyes, unable to make out his surroundings. He seemed to be inside a cave.
After sensing the energy between heaven and earth, he discovered that there was spiritual qi here, and its concentration was fairly good.
That allowed Chen Lin to relax a little.
Then he began examining his body.
He checked his qi luck first and felt a weight lift from his heart. His qi luck had returned to normal, which meant misfortune would no longer descend on him at any moment. As long as he lay where he was without making a disturbance, danger probably would not come looking for him.
Next, he examined his divine soul.
His expression immediately darkened.
His divine soul had suffered severe damage. Not only had his soul seed dissipated, but more than half of his origin essence was gone. Its original golden color had faded until it was almost imperceptible.
Recovering to his peak from such a state would be terribly difficult.
But when he examined his body, he discovered that its injuries