Death no more, he had been saved. Dreams no more, and the Ruyi Jingu Bang was gone as well.

No Ruyi Jingu Bang, his body torn by the Spirit Severing Powder. No cultivation recovery. Wu Yu was struggling at death's door.   

Without the Jingu Bang, he had no Invincible Vajra Body, no Great Way of Immortality Art, and no mystiques or 72 Transformations either.

Ming Long would not appear either.

This meant that all of Wu Yu's advantages were gone.

On the one hand, he was filled with terror at this strange reality, stretched out before him like an endless sea. Wu Yu was just a mortal, and the Ruyi Jingu Bang was his only straw to clutch at. But now this life-saving straw had not appeared, and he floundered like a mortal in the sea. All around him was dark seawater, and it was difficult to breathe. Death and fear swamped him.

"Uncle Sun, can you let me see that?" Wu Yu said dry-mouthed. He endured the blinding pain in his skull and struggled...