After who knew how long, Pan Long's body suddenly jolted, and he opened his eyes.
His cultivation had been forcibly interrupted.
No one had disturbed him. The Heavenly Stellar Force he had absorbed earlier had simply run out.
"Damn it!" he cursed, then muttered, "I wasn't done cultivating!"
He turned toward the nearby mountain peak, intending to go straight back and gather more Heavenly Stellar Force. Then something struck him, and he stopped.
"What the hell was wrong with me just now?"
As his mind cleared, his earlier unease came flooding back. Recalling the strange state he had been in while cultivating made the hair on his body stand on end. A chill even ran down his spine.
"Why did I care about nothing but cultivating? I even pushed eating and sleeping aside!"
"Just now... I felt as if I'd lost myself completely in cultivation..."
He strained to remember. The more he recalled, the more startled and tense he became, and cold sweat kept beading on his forehead.
The Sui Shan Ren Family was a cultivation Immortal Lineage, and Pan Long had naturally learned plenty of basic cultivation knowledge while training in its underground chamber. He knew about things like the Dao-Transformation Calamity.
He had been too muddled to notice it at the time. Looking back now, how could he fail to understand?
He had actually fallen into Dao Transformation. His sense of self had nearly been erased, leaving behind a shell that knew only how to cultivate!
If the Heavenly Stellar Force he had absorbed had not run out, he would certainly have kept cultivating until his sense of self was gone.
Then, as his hard body continued cultivating on its own, it would probably have solidified over time, until it became a strange, indestructible stone.
The thought made