Chen Heng lowered his eyelids evenly. All color drained from his face, and the tips of his brows twitched slightly, yet the spell gesture in his hands remained unchanged as he continued circulating the mental method according to the records of Luo Dark Water.
He had already experienced such an ordeal beforehand in the One True Dharma Realm and had prepared himself, so his present circumstances did not exactly catch him off guard.
And with the Formless Lie Sword Cave having laid the groundwork.
Though this torment felt like ten thousand blades cutting through his body, terrible as it was, it was not beyond endurance.
At that moment, as wracking pain gripped his flesh.
Chen Heng's vision also blurred, and amid the haze, countless black shadows seemed to leap and whirl, flickering unpredictably.
Wind rose behind his ears, vultures screeched behind his head, and all manner of strange sounds rose and fell.
It was as though he had left the Present World and entered a savage ancient realm, surrounded by countless ferocious creatures howling and roaring.
The instant he let his guard slip, they would pounce upon him and tear him into mangled scraps of flesh!
The sensation was almost indistinguishable from reality, so much so that he could clearly smell the rank stench of blood.
But Chen Heng knew these were merely illusory visions and paid them no heed. Suppressing the agony of his body, he guarded his mind and continued moving his qi with single-minded focus according to the Spell Formula's instructions.
On one side was the torment of his flesh.
On the other was the intrusion of boundless illusions.
During this process, the slightest misstep would cause the Cloudbeam Gypsum drawn into his body to slip its restraints and disperse between heaven and earth, wasting it all.