Chen Changsheng's answer further shattered Little Wood's worldview.
Unwilling to believe this truth, Little Wood stubbornly retorted, "Does tearing through space hurt too?"
"That hurts even more."
"Spatial Rifts are incomparably sharp. They can not only cut the flesh, but also wound the divine sense. That kind of pain pierces deep into the marrow."
"But cultivators capable of tearing space all have incredibly powerful bodies. I've never seen them get hurt!"
"It's not that they aren't hurt. Their bodies are simply so powerful that their wounds heal in an instant."
"Take you, for example. You're in the Earthly Immortal Realm now, and you have over a hundred jin of flesh on your body."
"If I cut half a jin off you with a blade, with your cultivation, you'd recover in at most two breaths."
"And an injury like that wouldn't affect your body in any way."
"But just because it doesn't affect your body, does that mean you won't feel pain?"
Chen Changsheng's words left Little Wood speechless.
The truth of the world was always so absurd, yet so reasonable.
Crack!
Forcibly snapping the bone in his right foot back into place, Little Wood stood up.
Tap, tap, tap!
After taking two tentative steps, his initially awkward gait gradually became normal.
"Is this what you meant?"
"Yes, exactly."
Faced with Little Wood's performance, Chen Changsheng nodded in satisfaction.
"Although your bones haven't healed yet, with your cultivation, it won't affect your movement."
"So long as your mouth is hard enough and you can endure the pain, others will most likely never notice."
With that, Chen Changsheng turned into a streak of light and flew into Little Wood's body once more.
Feeling the intense pain within his body, Little Wood thought for a moment before speaking.
"Did you manipulate my body