Time lost its meaning amidst the extreme agony.

Lin Mo felt as if he had fallen into an abyss composed of endless pain. His consciousness teetered on the edge of clarity and unconsciousness, repeatedly oscillating.

Every time he thought he couldn't hold on any longer, about to be completely consumed by the soul-tearing pain, the news about the Tianxing Sect he had heard from the Yun family cultivators would pierce his sea of consciousness like an icy needle, jolting him awake.

He couldn't fall!