His appearance made Meng Qi, Lu Qiaozhen, and Lu Yongchuan exchange looks and laugh.
They recalled how bedraggled they had been the first time they saw this manuscript.
Yet no matter how bedraggled they had been, they had not coughed up blood like Leng Tieya.
Meng Qi promptly wiped away his smile, his expression turning grave.
He thought of a legend.
The stronger one's Spiritual Power, the fiercer the backlash suffered when viewing the Canghai Manuscript.
Was Leng Tieya's spirit far stronger than his own?
His swordsmanship was formidable and his spirit was powerful as well. Could Meng Qi still enter the Great Heavenly Demon realm before him and wipe away his past humiliation in one stroke?
He drew a deep, solemn breath and gritted his teeth.
Progress in cultivation did not depend solely on having stronger Spiritual Power. It required insight and opportunity.
He might not necessarily be weaker than Leng Tieya!
He would definitely surpass Leng Tieya!
He stared fixedly at Leng Tieya, watching to see how long he could endure.
Illusions surged before Leng Tieya's eyes.
He found himself amid raging waves, his body tumbling as he was battered again and again.
It felt as though he were caught in a massive vortex, torn apart, spun around, and tossed over and over.
Darkness, pain, dizziness, nausea...
He longed to be swallowed by the darkness at once and fall unconscious.
But his reason remained. He knew he absolutely could not faint; once he lost consciousness, his chance to gain insight would be cut off.
He could only grit his teeth and hold on.
Just as he was about to fail, gurgling springs welled up from the void, and more than half the pain vanished in an instant.
His main body and another avatar poured their Spiritual Power into