"Backlash?"
Hearing those words, Li Yue'er produced a golden pill and handed it to Chu Feng, saying, "Quick, take it."
"It's no use," Chu Feng shook his head.
"I told you to take it, so take it." Li Yue'er forced the pill into Chu Feng's mouth.
Then, she grabbed him and flew off into the distance at high speed.
Chu Feng was startled to discover that the moment the pill entered his mouth, it began to refine itself on its own, transforming into waves of energy that merged into every part of his body.
A warm current surged through his entire being, and as it spread, the excruciating pain Chu Feng had been enduring actually improved significantly.
It was precisely because of the pill's miraculous effect that Chu Feng realized it must have been extraordinarily valuable—otherwise, it could never have withstood the backlash of the Evil God Sword.
He owed Li Yue'er another favor.
"Girl, you've improved your cultivation awfully fast." At that moment, Chu Feng also noticed that Li Yue'er was carrying him forward at incredible speed.
Li Yue'er's 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 much of a hurdle. With your talent, you'll break through before long too," Li Yue'er said.
But after she spoke, she noticed that Chu Feng didn't respond. Instinctively, she glanced at him.
Only then did she realize that Chu Feng was drenched in sweat, his entire face contorted in agony. His appearance… was far worse than before.
"That pill of mine was specifically designed to counter backlash. Could it be ineffective?" Li Yue'er asked.
But at that moment, Chu Feng was in so much pain that he was on the verge of losing consciousness, because the current agony was several times worse than what he had suffered before Li Yue'er gave him the pill.
That kind of pain was far beyond what any ordinary person could imagine. It felt as though his soul was being continuously torn apart, then reconstructed, and torn apart again.
His soul—not his physical body.
For a cultivator of Chu Feng's level, physical pain was nothing, but pain of the soul was fatal.
The body could be rebuilt if destroyed, but if the soul perished, one was truly dead.
The torment Chu Feng was enduring now came from his soul.
Moreover, this backlash was far too powerful. Before long, Chu Feng's consciousness blurred completely, and he fell unconscious.
…………
In the southwestern reaches of the Chen Family Heavenly City, there lay an ancient mountain range. Its tallest peaks pierced through the clouds, cold and biting, blanketed year-round in snow.
This was a land of extreme cold, and within a cave in this frigid region, the Soul Infant Sect's sect master was hiding.
Though the place was bitterly cold, waves of heat radiated from his body.
Those waves of heat had not only melted all the snow inside the cave—they had melted the snow covering the entire mountain.
Now that the Evil God Sword's power had faded, the blood-colored aura that had sealed his body was long gone.
But in its wake, layer upon layer of blood-red scars remained on his body. The scars radiated heat and inflicted unbearable agony upon him.
Most critically, these wounds… he was unable to heal them, unable to repair them.
"Save me, my lord—I beg you, please save me. I can't hold on much longer."
The Soul Infant Sect's sect master endured the searing pain and knelt on the ground, pleading desperately.
But before him, there was clearly no one there.
Hummm— Suddenly, a figure appeared before him. This person had white hair and carried an extraordinary bearing.
He was none other than one of the three elders of the Chu Family Heavenly Clan who had stood high above the Chen Family Heavenly City, surveying everything below—the elder of the highest seniority and greatest strength among them.
"Useless thing."