And so, amid the constant, agonizing cycle of tearing and mending, Chu Qingyun gritted his teeth and relentlessly inscribed the Ice Patterns onto his body.
At this point, he had no other choice but to endure.
He had only prepared one portion of the Spiritual Medicine needed to cultivate the Fifth-Layer Profound Celestial Divine Pattern. If he wasted it, he would lose his chance to master the fifth layer, at least while he was on the Flying Ship.
As the verdant power was continuously consumed, the green dot on Chu Qingyun's arm also steadily faded.
Eventually, the green dot vanished completely.
A torn muscle in his left leg could no longer be repaired.
'Damn it! All I have left are my legs!'
Chu Qingyun was frustrated. His cultivation of the fifth layer was stuck in limbo, unable to advance or retreat.
