Stepping onto the Immortal Path.
For a Cultivator, so-called flesh wounds were basically harmless.
Even regenerating severed limbs or mending shattered organs was merely a troublesome flesh wound.
To a Cultivator, as long as an injury didn't involve the source of one's Essence, Qi, and Spirit, or damage to the Dantian, Meridians, or Divine Soul, it was essentially of no consequence.
But now, under this omnipresent pressure, he was afflicted in every one of those ways.
And moving forward would only make it worse.
'What exactly is this a test of?'
Chu Mu's face was contorted in a grimace. The omnipresent pressure was even making his thoughts sluggish.
'Spiritual Radiance!'
He gritted his teeth, and the Spiritual Radiance Blessing descended upon him.
In this environment, the leap in his thinking and intellect wasn't particularly useful.
Its greatest effect, perhaps, was to barely allow his fading consciousness to hold on to a shred of Spiritual Light.
