The Otherworldly Beast Core dissolved into pure Spirit Power, like countless scattered motes of light, and seeped into Chen Shu's body.
This was the essence of an Eighth-Tier Otherworldly Beast, far beyond what a Sixth-Tier human body could safely absorb. Inside him, it turned savage and violent. Even its movement sent pain through his meridians as though they were splintering inch by inch. When it began to take effect, it felt as if his flesh was being ground apart piece by piece.
Chen Shu squeezed his eyes shut, his features twisting.
He had thought the Breakthrough from the Fifth Tier to the Sixth Tier had hurt enough. He had not expected this time to hurt so much more.
The pain reached deep into his soul, beyond what an ordinary person could bear. Someone without an iron will might have died from the agony alone.
Chen Shu fought to stay conscious and resist the pain while forcing himself to focus on breaking the Spirit Lock. He could not keep his balance. Nor could he spare a thought for how he was positioned in the Quiet Chamber. He only vaguely sensed himself tipping to one side.
As though his bones had broken.
Which side was it?
He could no longer tell, and he could not care.
He only felt himself fall against something soft. Someone held him and gently tried to smooth the furrow from his brow.
But how could it be smoothed away?
But how could it be smoothed away?
Ning Qing was wondering the same thing.
She had experienced the pain of using an Otherworldly Beast Core for Auxiliary Advancement. And yet she had not.
She had not shut off her sense of pain back then, but a Celestial's capacity to feel pain was far lower than a human's.