The icy Black Jade Slab pressed tightly against his back. That feeling of "relief," originating from the edge of the hundred-fold gravity field, made Chen Mo gasp greedily like a drowning person finally breaking the surface of the water. Every inhalation carried the piercing sting of ice shards scraping his throat and a rich, heavy scent of blood, but at least the crushing pressure was no longer grinding his bones to dust. Deep within his Sea of Consciousness, that tiny, fragile Core of the Sharp Edge of Nirvana was finally able to operate at full capacity, frantically absorbing and refining the residual Deadly Qi of Annihilation within his body, much like a parched riverbed drinking in a slender stream. Inside his right arm, though that Core of Ferocious Malice remained stubborn, suppressed by the endless "shackles" of the Deadly Qi of Annihilation, it could temporarily stir up no great waves.
Yet, this brief haven of respite was far from absolutely safe.
His gaze crossed the edge of the slab and fixed upon the center of the ice cavern.
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