The emptiness caused by exhausting one's true essence and the damage to one's spiritual consciousness were entirely different sensations.0

True essence exhaustion felt more like physical fatigue. It made even lifting a finger seem exhausting. Nevertheless, one could still move a little using muscle strength.0

Spiritual consciousness damage was far more agonizing. It was like having one's soul slashed open. Those with damaged spiritual consciousness would feel physically weak, and their head would throb unbearably. Only by silently reciting the Clear Mind Mantra could they find some relief.0

Wang Sheng vaguely sensed four strong hands lifting him onto a stretcher. He then heard the wailing siren of an ambulance and felt a steady stream of soft yet resilient true essence flowing into him. From these sensations alone, he could roughly guess the situation outside.0

As the headache gradually faded and his spiritual consciousness began to recover like a clear spring welling up from the mountains, Wang Sheng finally felt some relief. He had no idea when he had drifted into sleep, but it was a deep and restful slumber.0

Since the resurgence of primal qi, Wang Sheng had been pushing himself relentlessly in his cultivation. His master and senior sister's continuous breakthroughs had put some pressure on him. 0

Though he often consoled himself...0