"This time I was injured mainly because my cultivation realm was too low, only having Inner Breath as Vast as River and I'd only developed the Forbidden Seed of the Taibai Luminous Godly Ban, without having started to congeal the Magic Prohibition."
In the landfill, An Jing, who had arrived in the Tianyuan Realm, didn't immediately set off but instead found a secluded spot and chose a flying shuttle that was half-buried and still looked intact on the outside.
An Jing used discarded curtains to cover the windows from the outside, then opened the door of the flying shuttle—riddled with bullet holes—crawled inside, and after asking the Sword Spirit to help keep watch, he began to regulate his breath and heal his injuries.
The Demon Sound had made his lungs and innards feel as if they had been struck by thousands of pine needles, causing some instability in his mind. To ensure he would not be defenseless in an unexpected battle later on, he had to suppress some of his injuries.
