Soundless Silence

After emerging from the Inner World Universe, only one or two seconds had passed outside. Lu Ren silently glanced at the sky. It remained gloomy and dim, and as time passed, it seemed to grow ever darker. In the end, even with Lu Ren's eyesight, he could barely see clearly.

He simply shut the house's door tight and used a little True Energy to clear away the dust. Watching the dust gather and compress into a broad-bean-sized ball of earth that spun around his fingertips, he could not help but sigh.

"This damned place is truly difficult. All True Energy is suppressed, and as time passes, the suppression only grows stronger. It makes even casting spells and divine abilities feel far too strenuous."

Lu Ren now understood why cultivators on Hanging Mountain who walked the path of Body Refinement to Sainthood and proved the Dao through strength were so sought after. They could fight and endure, while also casually wielding many refined divine abilities and secret arts. It was merely a matter of whether they had mastered them.

Once he shut the door, the low, ghostly howls outside immediately diminished considerably, and the entire room became much quieter.

As the commotion on Chen Huan's side gradually settled, the surrounding atmosphere became utterly silent. A pin dropping could have been heard; only the sound of his own heartbeat remained.

"Tell me, those who follow the path of spells and techniques, shedding their mortal shell and taking their primordial spirit as a vessel, then re-condensing a physical body, rebuilding meridians, flesh, and blood, generating the five viscera and six bowels, and manifesting everything through energy-state reconstruction... in such an energy-entangled state, do they have heartbeats?"

Lu Ren asked curiously. His physical body was now exceptionally powerful. Given the density of his