"Backlash?"
Upon hearing those words, Li Yue'er produced a golden pill and handed it to Chu Feng. "Quick, take this."
"It's useless." Chu Feng shook his head.
"I said take it, so take it." Li Yue'er forcibly tossed the pill into Chu Feng's mouth.
Then she grabbed him and soared into the distance at high speed.
Chu Feng was astonished to discover that once the pill entered his mouth, it actually dissolved on its own, transforming into streams of energy that merged into every part of his body.
A warm current surged through his entire being, and as it spread, the unbearable pain Chu Feng had been enduring truly eased considerably.
And precisely because of this pill's miraculous effect, Chu Feng knew it must have been extraordinarily valuable — otherwise it couldn't possibly have counteracted the backlash of the Evil God Sword.
He owed Li Yue'er yet another favor.
"Girl, your cultivation has advanced remarkably fast." At that moment, Chu Feng also noticed that Li Yue'er was carrying him forward at tremendous speed.
Her cultivation was no longer at the peak of the Martial Ancestor realm — she had broken through. She was now a first-grade True Immortal.
"The peak of the Martial Ancestor realm was never really a bottleneck. With your talent, you'll break through before long too," Li Yue'er said.
But after she finished speaking, she noticed Chu Feng hadn't responded. Instinctively, she glanced at him.
She then realized Chu Feng was drenched in sweat, his entire face twisted in agony. He looked… far worse than before.
"That pill of mine was specifically designed to counteract backlash. Could it be ineffective?" Li Yue'er asked.
But Chu Feng, at this moment, was in so much pain he was on the verge of losing consciousness, because the pain he now felt was several times worse than before Li Yue'er had given him the pill.
That kind of suffering was beyond what any ordinary person could imagine — it felt as if his soul was being continuously torn apart, then reassembled, then torn apart again.
His soul, not his body.
For a martial cultivator of Chu Feng's level, physical pain was nothing, but pain of the soul was fatal.
A destroyed body could be reformed, but a destroyed soul meant true death.
The torture Chu Feng was enduring at this moment came from his soul.
And this backlash was far too powerful. Before long, Chu Feng's consciousness blurred completely, and he fell unconscious.
…………
To the southwest of the Chen Clan's Heavenly City lay an ancient mountain range. The highest peaks pierced into the clouds, pierced by biting cold and blanketed in snow year-round.
This was a land of extreme frigidity, and within a cave in this frozen wilderness, the Soul Infant Sect's Sect Master was hiding.
Though the surroundings were freezing, waves of scorching heat radiated from his body.
That heat had not only melted all the snow inside the cave, but had even melted the snow covering the entire mountaintop.
With the Evil God Sword's power gone, the blood-colored flames that had sealed his body had long since vanished.
However, layered, blood-red wounds now covered his body. These wounds not only emitted waves of heat but also inflicted unbearable agony.
Most critically, these wounds… he could neither heal nor repair.
"Save me, my lord, please, I beg you, save me quickly — I can't hold on much longer."
The Soul Infant Sect's Sect Master knelt on the ground, enduring his pain as he pleaded desperately.
Yet before him, there was clearly no one there.
Suddenly, a figure appeared before him — this person had white hair and an extraordinary bearing.
He was none other than the eldest and most powerful of the three Kong Clan Heavenly Elders who had stood above the Chen Clan's Heavenly City, gazing down upon everything below.