This immersive experience took Shen Le a full half month to recover from, gradually restoring his state of mind.
There was no helping it. Last time, murderous intent had run rampant, but ultimately, it had only been three consecutive battles totaling less than twelve hours. This time, it had been killing, marching, marching, killing...
He had personally killed several times as many people in the illusion as before, and the scale of the warfare he faced had been dozens of times greater.
Not to mention that final struggle through the desert. He had cast life and death aside, pushing his mind, will, and body to their absolute limits.
He had stopped considering whether he could reach his destination, or even whether he should give up. He no longer thought about how this was merely a memory from the Modao, or how crawling all the way to Kucha would change nothing.
Toward the end, his entire mind had grown hazy, with only one thought remaining, unwavering!
Forward!
Even if I have to crawl, I'll get there!
This round of training in the illusion had certainly done wonders for his mind and will. When Shen Le next sat down to meditate, his mind felt vibrant and alive, its sensitivity and precision a level above what they had been before.
Not only that, his mental power had become vastly more concentrated.
Previously, when drawing talismans in midair, he would occasionally lose focus. One careless stroke would go astray, and the entire talisman would unravel and vanish. This time, he drew seven or eight in a row without his attention wandering, each succeeding naturally on the first attempt!
Despite all those benefits, Shen Le did not dare try again for the time being. He could only potter around his mansion, wiping tables, washing curtains,