Back when he was at the Kuiyin Sect, Qin Sang had experienced the agony of his primordial spirit being injured, but compared to what he felt today, that pain was insignificant.0

The moment he drove the ebony sword into his primordial spirit, he passed out cleanly and swiftly.1

He didn’t know how much time had passed when he woke up. He lay on the ground, motionless like a corpse, his eyes dazed as he glanced at the ceiling of the cave dwelling before gently closing them again.0

After lying still for a long time and regaining some of his qi, he quietly reached for the jade bottle by his side, took out a healing pill, and carefully swallowed it. He cautiously activated his cultivation art to restore his primordial spirit.0

A few days later, his primordial spirit injury improved, and he continued this process.0

Three years passed like this.0

During these three years, the only time he left the cave dwelling was once a month, when he would visit Huilong Temple...0