The transformation of his inner journey let Su Changsheng see his future path with complete clarity.
Though his present living conditions were harsh, his spirit felt far more relaxed.
Free of burdens, he felt light; with a tranquil heart, clarity came naturally. His soul was clear and unclouded, his Yao Body moist and lustrous.
And so, as time passed little by little, his body gradually began to improve.
Day after day, monotonous and dull. When hungry, he gnawed on those brown, mosslike plants; when thirsty, he drank dew condensed from the vapor of Heavenly River Water.
Most of the plants on the floating island were inedible, containing powerful corrosive poisons and dense contaminating power, much like Gang Wind and Blood Rain. Only one or two varieties were barely edible.
They tasted bitter and astringent, difficult to swallow.
Fortunately, there were plenty of them. As far as the eye could see, they densely covered the island's ground; he could find some with only a slight shift of his body.
"They really do taste awful."
"Not just rank, but overpowering, too."
Su Changsheng sighed.
Yet however foul they tasted, however poor their nutrition, he still ate them bit by bit, with utmost seriousness, unwilling to waste even a fraction.
Every portion eaten meant one less remained. Abundant as these things looked, they would be his main source of food in the future. Besides, he had no right to complain. This was not the time to fuss over taste and nutrition. His urgent priority was to exert himself to the utmost and use every means available to stay alive.
Thus, as he gnawed on the turf and slowly recovered from his injuries, the absolute silence and enclosed space brought his restless heart to complete stillness.
Unable to move his body any great distance,