Crack!
Ye Chen's divine soul emitted a brittle sound, like porcelain shattering, as the power of the Heavenly Dao inflicted severe damage upon it.
In the real world, Ye Chen's physical body staggered, his face instantly turning pale; his whole being weakened, as if he had just endured a severe illness.
"I managed to endure it…" Ye Chen forced a bitter smile at Xiao Ling.
Then, Ye Chen retrieved a pill and swallowed it—a pill designed to heal injuries to the soul.
The damage caused by the Heavenly Dao to Ye Chen's divine soul was overwhelming, and this Holy Pill could only temporarily suppress his injuries, unable to provide instant healing.
To help Ye Chen survive the Great Void Heavenly Tribulation safely, the Ancient Medical God had prepared various pills for him long beforehand, practically exhausting his entire holdings.
"Good, good!"
Xiao Ling praised without restraint, but his smile suddenly faded as he looked into the distance.
