After the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar finished speaking, Ye Lin could not be bothered with it. He closed his eyes, intending to sleep.
He would continue on his journey tomorrow.
The temperature was too low now; if he kept traveling, he would freeze to death.
However, he had still underestimated a mortal body.
Wracked by hunger and thirst, he simply could not fall asleep.
Ye Lin could only lie there quietly, gazing at the stars that filled the sky.
In the past, a thousand or ten thousand years had been no more than the blink of an eye to him, yet at this moment, a single night felt so unbearably long.
Ye Lin had never felt that one night could be so long.
He spent that endless night amid pain and torment.
As the night receded and dawn arrived, Ye Lin immediately got up and continued his journey.
Though hunger and thirst gnawed at him, he did not give up. His willpower was astonishing; this little hardship could not defeat him.
"Thirst, hunger, dizziness... So this is what it means to be a mortal?"
"Far too weak."
As he walked across the desert, Ye Lin gained new insights.
No wonder everyone sought to embark upon the path of cultivation, searching for methods to cultivate.
Only after coming into contact with cultivation did one realize that mortals were no different from pigs and dogs. Mortals were the weakest living beings in this world.
As he walked, Ye Lin felt his head growing more and more dizzy.
"Am I sick?"
Ye Lin frowned. In that instant, he analyzed the situation and concluded that he had likely fallen ill.
He touched his forehead. Yes, it was very hot. This must be a fever.
Birth, aging, sickness, death... Heh.
"Looks like this trial is a