Ye Xuan had, after all, experienced so much in his previous life, and his will was already incredibly firm.
Moreover, he knew full well that choosing the Nine Revolutions Sacred Body meant he had to be prepared to endure the torment of a thousand cuts, an agony akin to the eighteen levels of hell.
So, in the face of this pain, he gritted his teeth and endured it in silence.
He actually had many methods at his disposal to alleviate this kind of pain.
But he didn't use them. To him, the process of cultivation was a baptism. Taking shortcuts was always an act of irresponsibility toward oneself.
Time ticked by, and Ye Xuan soon immersed himself in that bitter cultivation.
Meanwhile, Ye Xuan, deep in his cultivation, was unaware that outside the Cultivation Tower, several figures radiating a chilling aura had stepped inside. They headed straight for the stairs and began ascending.
"This way."
