After everyone left the tent, Bai Zihan remained lying on the bed, his eyes half-lidded as his consciousness turned inward.
Silence enveloped him.
Slowly, carefully, he examined his own body.
What he sensed made even him feel a trace of solemnity.
His meridians were in chaos—fractured, scorched, and forcibly widened beyond their natural limits.
His dantian was exhausted to the brink of collapse, its Qi circulation sluggish and unstable.
Even his flesh bore the scars of overexertion, every muscle fiber strained far past what it was ever meant to endure.
During the battle with Mó Zūn, he had pushed far beyond reason.
He had used Heaven's Mandate Reversal to forcefully raise his cultivation to the Great Ascension Realm.
Then, with Feilian's help, he had further raised it to the Immortal Realm.
Even that wouldn't have caused such severe damage to his body if, as Feilian suggested, he had escaped.
But no—he had chosen to use Fate Severing Slash instead.
