"Ah..."
On the Third Layer, Ye Qiu roared. This torment surpassed everything he had endured before.
He could certainly take pain. Among his generation, when it came to willpower and sheer madness, Ye Qiu conceded to no one.
Except Lu Li!
Three of his fingers had been severed. A sword had pierced his chest. Someone had snapped the great bone in his arm with their bare hands. He had been buried in a heap of corpses, unable to move...
But none of that quite compared to this: the feeling that every bone and scrap of flesh in his body was being ground to pieces.
It was as if a great millstone pressed down on him, spinning furiously and crushing everything beneath it.
Yet under this extreme torment, Ye Qiu could truly feel himself growing stronger at a frantic pace.
The speed was beyond imagination.
He gritted his teeth and clung to his last shred of clarity. He even kept taking out Body Tempering Materials and drawing them into his body through his mouth.
Crush, stimulate, absorb, temper!
One hour passed, then two. By the fifth hour, the torment had begun to feel less unbearable.
The pain had not faded. Ye Qiu had simply started to adapt to it.
He had broken through a limit of endurance.
Potential had to be forced out.
Except when it came to drinking...
A day later, Ye Qiu could even catch his breath and move his body a little.
He thought, Brother Snake, how long can this Wash Dust last?
He had endured it partly because of his willpower and partly because he had absorbed so many resources.
The third reason was that he had remained in that Wash Dust state, where his flesh and blood recovered with remarkable speed.
Damaged, repaired, then damaged again.