He lay sprawled by the shore, gasping violently.
He hauled himself onto the bank and lay beside the pond, his face filled with lingering, indescribable agony.
The armored Military School cultivator asked coldly, "What happened?"
The Rogue Cultivator's face was pale. "Suffering. After I fell in, I felt my entire body fill with bitterness, as if I had seen every pain in this world."
"And all that pain was heaped upon me."
"I simply couldn't endure it, so I swam back."
"And I heard a voice in my mind."
"The sea of suffering is boundless; turn back, and the shore is at hand."
Hearing this, everyone knew the pond would not be so easily crossed.
The cultivators all fell into thought. This was likely some sort of trial, one that tested mental will.
Only those with sufficiently powerful willpower were qualified to reach the small island in the lake.
As for those who could not make it across, they would likely be left here to await death.
Without any hesitation, the Military School cultivator gave a cold laugh. "Then let me see what tricks these bald donkeys have up their sleeves!"
With a leap, the Military School cultivator jumped into the sea of suffering. The instant the black water touched him, a trace of savagery appeared on his face.
His eyes reddened slightly, veins bulged all over his body, and his fists clenched tight, as though he were enduring something.
Seeing this, the other cultivators also drew deep breaths and began entering the pond one after another.
Li Qing was naturally no exception.
The moment he jumped into the water, the Divine Body came into contact with the murky black water.
A force on the spiritual level silently entered his heart.
At that moment, Li Qing felt as if his