For those ascending from the lower realms, the first hurdle was enduring the assimilating force of the Great Thousand World's spiritual energy.
The instant Meng Chen ascended to the Great Thousand World, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth clashed with the Dou Qi in his Meridians, like water poured into boiling oil, like pastry dropped into vinegar.
By the instinct of a peak powerhouse, even if Meng Chen did nothing, his body would drive his Dou Qi to resist this energy from a higher-level world.
Dou Qi and spiritual energy tore into each other inside him. Every inch of his body endured the repeated ripping and destruction of two utterly different energies, only to be rebuilt as it broke.
Meng Chen shuddered violently. A thread of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth as nine Taihao Imperial Dragon markings surfaced on their own. The aura of his Divine Body spread out, helping his Dou Qi resist the force remaking his body.
"Ah!"
Meng Chen could not help crying out hoarsely. Qing Yanjing's expression turned grave, but she did not panic. She knew this was a trial every ascender from the lower realms had to face.
"Your Dou Qi and the spiritual energy are rejecting each other. You have to control your Dou Qi and let the spiritual energy transform it. Only then will the pain pass."
Qing Yanjing spoke anxiously.
Meng Chen gritted his teeth. Despite the strength of his body, the pain made him sweat.
No wonder even Xiao Yan had needed Luo Tianshen's help to get past this hurdle.
In this state, controlling his Dou Qi was truly difficult. Its battle with the spiritual energy was growing fiercer. Neither force would yield, and every collision injured Meng Chen more severely.
The golden glow of the Taihao