Ye Wudao writhed in agony within the Realm of Seconds, his face contorting in pain as he relentlessly smashed his forehead against the ground until blood flowed freely. His ten fingers raked bloodstains across the hard earth, his ferocious, tormented expression resembling that of a cat whose tail had been cruelly stepped on.
As time ticked by, second by second, Ye Wudao finally calmed down. His body was drenched in sweat, his fingertips torn, and his forehead bloodied.
He never wanted to endure such life-threatening side effects a second time in his life, unless, of course, he was pushed into a corner with no way out. Once the side effects passed, Ye Wudao did not dare waste any time; he immediately sat down cross-legged and used the Innate Seed to convert all of the Acquired Energy in his body into Innate Energy. If he could successfully transform all of the Acquired Energy within him, he would be on his way to ascension.
