Among them, Iron Crutch Li had the highest cultivation and the finest temperament. Even after discovering that no matter what spell they used, they could not escape, he still showed no change in expression in the face of the agony that bored into his bones.
Ling Qing had almost begun to think that Iron Crutch Li felt pain differently from the rest of them.
Lan Caihe looked at him enviously and asked, "Brother Crutch Li, how is it that you do not feel any pain?"
Iron Crutch Li smiled. "There is nothing strange about it. What is precious in an immortal is the absence of the image of others and the absence of the image of self.
"Without the image of others, there is no one in this world to fear; without the image of self, there is nothing in this world that can harm me.
"Since I do not even exist, no matter what blade or sword you wield, how could it possibly wound or harm me?"
Everyone who heard this admired him deeply, convinced and lavish in their praise.
Han Zhongli's realm fell short by a notch, and he did not possess such ability. As for Ling Qing, He Xiangu, and Lan Caihe, there was even less need to mention them.
Lu Dongbin, meanwhile, had suffered a blow to his spirit and was in even greater agony.
He could not even scream anymore. Like a fish stranded on shore, he merely gave an occasional twitch.
Han Zhongli said anxiously, "Ah, we know your realm is lofty, brother, but can't you get out either?
"Think of a solution first. Dongbin can barely hold on any longer."
"Ah, this..." Iron Crutch Li found himself in a difficult position.
This realm was his own. He could only keep himself from suffering