Su Yie stumbled forward, clutching his waist with his right hand, his face twisted in pain as he moved upward.
Ever since he endured the agony of merging with the Great Dao Communication Device, this pain was nothing to him.
"Since arriving in the Ancient Wilderness, my greatest progress isn't in strength, but in my ability to endure pain,"
Su Yie thought with a grimace. If it was before his transmigration, such pain could have knocked him out.
He struggled out of the large pit, surrounded by swirling dust, like the aftermath of a dust storm.
Just then, a graceful figure descended from the sky and landed in front of Su Yie.
Su Yie looked up and saw it was Wu Qingyao.
Her white dress fluttered as if she were a fairy descended from heaven; Su Yie was seeing such an elegant and stunning woman for the first time.
But his heart belonged to another, so he did not feel moved, instead frowning at her.
