Song Chen followed Qiu Ya back to the 68th War Zone.
His body had actually almost fully recovered. The sixth level of the Eternal Body was even more powerful than he had imagined.
What truly exhausted him was the mental strain. Throughout more than half a day of relentless pursuit, his nerves had remained taut as he constantly calculated where Klavisu would land, the range of his attacks, and the boundaries of the spatial lockdown.
That sustained pressure was even more draining than a head-on battle.
Qiu Ya suddenly asked, "How many times were you hit on the battlefield?"
Song Chen thought back. "I didn't count. A few dozen times, probably."
Qiu Ya chuckled. "A few dozen? An eighth-rank cultivator took more than a dozen hits from a ninth-rank cultivator and could still run and kill. Do you know how someone like that would be treated in the Nine Luminaries Civilization?"
Song Chen shook his head. He did not particularly care what other civilizations thought of him.
"I don't know."
"You'd be nurtured as a core prospect."
"When we were at the eighth rank, one hit from a ninth-rank cultivator would leave us bedridden for years. Yet after that entire pursuit, even your mobility was unaffected."
"Your recovery is astonishing. I've met plenty of people who cultivate the Dao of Life. They specialize in recovery, but even they wouldn't dare claim they could keep fighting after taking that kind of beating from Klavisu."
"My armor is pretty good, and the cultivation technique I practice is rather unusual," Song Chen explained.
"I can tell. That's why I said your Cangxing Alliance is impressive. People raised by a level-five civilization really are different. For local civilizations like ours, even if a genius emerges, it's hard to build up combat strength like yours