After what feels eternity of enduring endless pain, Paskha and his party cultivated in the center to recuperate. The wounds that filled their bodies were closing in at a terrifying speed. Every single attribute they possessed had also risen to a stage they had never imagined—their physical strength, soul, and mental power were climbing higher and perhaps even exceeding that of their seniors.
Apart from that, there was something different that Paskha felt. He felt like there was a tickle all over his body. The tickling grew more assertive and burning, but he felt no danger.
'Let it flow and feel it from your heart,' a voice boomed inside his head.
