Li Dajie's eyes were meaningful, but Sun Che lowered his head, thinking about Li Dajie's words.
As a pioneer, Li Dajie affirmed the fact that if one cannot persevere in practicing the Dao Immortal Sutra, the "Tao Immortal" will torture the practitioner.
But in his eyes, this was not torture, but a gift.
It's Taoist Immortal's good intentions.
This kind of inhuman exercise is not something that humans can sustain. It can range from giving up halfway, to suffering death.
Human beings are not the species that accepts the path to immortality.
But the Taoist Immortal tells us to continue practicing no matter what. No matter how severe the torture is, we will help us repair our bodies. No matter how scared we are, we can only move forward.
So how can this be called torture?
And the so-called pain is something that must be endured during cultivation, so what does it have to do with being a Taoist immortal?
On the contrary, it is precisely because of Taoist immortals that we can continue step by step on this bumpy immortal road.
The Taoist Immortal is on top! !
Li Dajie's eyes were filled with crazy piety. He shook Sun Che's shoulders, and even if they could only touch him, he could still feel his trembling with excitement.
Sun Che was a little dazed and a little timid. Do he really have to resist this inhuman torture?
The short conversation between the two made Sun Che think about what Li Da explained all day long.
The more he thought about it, the more shaken his heart became.
Yes... for a person like him who gives up so easily, he must not be able to accept it if he jumps into boiling water.
But if he was thrown into boiling water with a lid on it and had to withstand it, he... could still survive it.
Didn’t he carry it yesterday? Although life is worse than death, now it seems that it is not unbearable.
He is not a coward!
But Sun Che was still afraid that if he continued to practice, he would always suffer such pain, and such a life would not be like a human being.
In the end, Li Dajie gave him a mysterious answer.
As he continues to practice, he will one day meet the Taoist Immortal, and at that time, his pain will be transcended, and from then on... he will achieve success.
There is an end to all this! !
Sun Che finally got a reason to persist. As long as he survives until that day and meets the Taoist Immortal, he will no longer be an ordinary person.
By then, money, power, and women will all be at your fingertips.
Sun Che's eyes suddenly lit up.
He retrieved the Taoist Immortal Sutra from the "Recently Deleted" on his phone, and even put it in an encrypted photo album to carefully preserve it. He would not be as stupid as Li Dajie and leave the paper version for others to steal.
With thoughts, time came at night.
Facing the terrifying night, Sun Che even began to look forward to it. Before it arrived, Sun Che was frightened and excited at the same time. The pleasure secreted by his adrenal glands made him feel like he was in a fairyland.
"Come on, come on... come on!"
Sun Che pressed his teeth, fear and expectation were complexly intertwined on his face. His face turned red as he bit, his veins popped out, and he was breathing heavily.
He didn't wait long.
The next moment, pain struck.
He opened his eyes suddenly, his pupils bulging as if they were about to fall out.
Immediately afterwards, a painful cry came from his mouth:
"ah!!"
"Hot, hot, hot!!"
His whole body began to flush red visibly, and his whole body began to emit heat. His skin began to be unable to withstand the rise in temperature, and the cuticles bulged, forming pustules, which exploded due to the extreme high temperature.
"It's hot, it's burning me to death, it's burning me to death!"
Sun Che stuck out his tongue, panted heavily, and spoke inarticulate words. He felt that his whole body was wrapped in flames, despair and pain wrapped around him. He didn't even feel like crying, only pain.
"Don't... don't continue, let me go, let me go."
"I was wrong, I was wrong, I stopped practicing, I stopped practicing..."
Just like last night, Sun Che couldn't bear it anymore and fell to the ground. This time the pain was worse than before. His body began to twitch and tremble like an epilepsy, his pupils rolled up, foam came out of his mouth, and he scratched He scratched his body over and over again.
Stop...stop...
Sun Che even wanted to kill himself, but he couldn't control his body at all. He seemed to be awake and unconscious, but the pain was eternal.
Time was passing by, and his painful time was really long, from late at night until dawn.
Let go, let me go.
The sun shone into Sun Che's body through the gaps in the curtains. Sun Che was breathing heavily. Until just now, the pain gradually receded like the tide, and the tide still surged up from time to time, leaving lingering pain.
He murmured unconsciously, fear still lingered in his half-open pupils. He was still afraid and still murmuring.
It's terrible, it's terrible.
However, he didn't know that what he said had changed.
"One more moment, one more moment."
"One more moment..."
Are you going to let me go? Or a little while longer?
The practice continues.
Each practice was a doubling of the previous pain. He thought he could endure it, but the pain always hit him first.
But when he felt that he would definitely not be able to accept it, he miraculously managed to survive.
As a result, his skin became smoother and thinner, and his body became better and better.
Under such torture, he stepped into the skin-forging realm and galloped towards the hard-meat realm.
The training in the Hard Flesh Realm was like thousands of needles passing through his body, while he was hung from the ceiling. Every time until he was completely suffocated, a wisp of breath was poured into his throat.
He struggled like a dead dog, testing back and forth on the edge of death.
It wasn't until dawn that he was thrown to the ground. The strange power around him disappeared, and the piercing needle feeling finally disappeared. Sun Che coughed, retched, and crawled on the ground.
Arching his body, he closed one eye and opened the other. With each gasp, his nose and saliva dripped on the ground. He wiped it casually and knocked his head against the open space.
"Thank you Dao Immortal, thank you Dao Immortal."
If he hadn't been a Taoist immortal, he would have definitely given up. He didn't expect that it would be so difficult to practice in the Hard Flesh Realm.
Thanks to Daoxian for forcing him to endure pain, thank Daoxian.
Sun Che bowed again and again, and felt the increasingly powerful power in his body. He hit the wall with a palm, and a crack was made in the wall, but his palm was unscathed.
He had never felt so powerful.
He is completely different from the one he used to be.
This feels so good, so good...
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
Sun Che smiled crazily, looking at his palms as if looking at his best lover, feeling regretful.
The fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day.
Sun Che felt the pain multiply. His desire to give up became stronger, and his desire to persevere became stronger. Amidst the endless torture, Sun Che's body improved rapidly.
Until the sixth day.
Sun Che has completely entered... the realm of hard meat.
