No one knew how much time had passed, Cheng Ling's consciousness was already in a dazed state.
The only thing supporting her to keep going was that obsession in her heart.
She wanted to become stronger, she wanted to rise above others.
This determination kept her from succumbing to the endless pain.
Until the first rays of dawn spilled onto her through the tightly closed window.
That beam of light seemed to have a magical power; Cheng Lingyu felt a cool sensation spreading slowly from her Dantian, the coolness alleviating the burning sensations and ripping pain little by little, as a faint trace of strength began to fill her feeble body.
She felt a burst of joy in her heart, knowing she had succeeded!
She struggled to sit up; this simplest of actions drained her of the little strength she had just regained.
