A strong sense of vertigo and nausea hit him, and in a daze, Gu Yuan felt like he had returned to being a mortal, riding a roller coaster in his past life.
His body was out of control, a surge of nausea rising from his stomach, urgently wanting to vomit.
Within his divine soul, a tearing sensation emerged, as if it were forcibly split in two, making it painful to breathe.
Moreover, an immense sense of pressure came from his body, causing intense pain in his five viscera, as if his bones were cracking.
Gusts of violent coldness brushed against his skin, making Gu Yuan's teeth chatter, shivering from the cold.
But it was this intense coldness that suddenly brought Gu Yuan back to consciousness.
"Boom!"
His divine thought surged, sweeping in all directions. Although it was pitch black before his eyes, everything around him vividly appeared in his heart and spirit.
All he could see was a collapsed mountain, dust billowing, along with countless ruins pressing down upon him.
