Wang Jixuan originally thought that sealing his Primordial Spirit would relieve him of most of the pain;
but he underestimated this backlash.
The agony that seemed to tear apart his Primordial Spirit made it impossible for him to remain calm;
the constant cries and screams in his ears only intensified the pain.
In comparison, the pain of his shattered bones and meridians seemed almost insignificant.
There was no good solution now, he could only grit his teeth and endure.
If he couldn't withstand it, his Primordial Spirit would be obliterated;
but if he endured, his will would become even more resilient.
Wang Jixuan's consciousness quickly entered a flickering state, and the only light guiding his spirit was the words "immortal ascension."
He had already withstood the Heavenly Tribulation.
In his second life, he had endured the Heavenly Punishment;
it was only at the brink of entering the Immortal Gate that an accident occurred.
This life, he must make it through!
