After seven days of this, Wang Lang's body finally reached its limit.
That day, he was pouring all his strength into condensing the first force field of the Dragon Elephant Suppressing Prison Art.
His blood and qi surged like a burst dam, yet his flesh was like a dried-up riverbed, unable to squeeze out even a trace more nourishment.
The force field condensation failed. His vision went black, his ears rang, and black blood gushed from all seven apertures at once.
Through the haze of fading consciousness, Wang Lang felt himself falling—plunging into a bottomless abyss.
But in the next moment, the effect of Ageless and Undying activated.
His shattered meridians began reconnecting on their own, and his withered flesh, as if blessed by sweet rain after a drought, rapidly filled out before the naked eye.
The murkiness faded from his nearly blinded eyes, and they shone with a clarity brighter than ever before.
Wang Lang opened his eyes.
He was still seated on the riverbed. The current rushed past him, but his body... was completely restored.
No, it was even better than before!
His skin was lustrous, his blood and qi abundant, as though his previous skeletal state had been nothing but an illusion.
Only the vivid memory of pain in his mind proved that it had not been a dream.
Wang Lang clenched his fist and, without hesitation, began another round of cultivation.
Was it painful? Of course it was.
Every time his flesh and blood ran dry felt like death by a thousand cuts, yet every revival was like rebirth through nirvana.
But gradually, he actually began to grow addicted to the sensation.
On the ninth day, an invisible force field materialized around Wang Lang.
When the river water came within three feet of him, it automatically