He couldn't help but ask, "Senior Brother, what do you mean?"
Chu Chengnan lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over his own wrecked body as he carefully took stock of its condition.
"A Dao Foundation is merely the bedrock that holds Magical Power. Once shattered, one reverts to a mortal, losing their foundation entirely. The price of this pursuit was indeed agonizingly high, but it's not an incurable disease. After all, I was once a Great Daoist Master at Foundation Establishment Perfection."
His tone held a barely perceptible note of pride.
"Even if my Grotto Heaven has withered and my meridians are severed, as long as my Divine Soul remains, the profound Daoist Cultivation I've accumulated through a hundred years of arduous training across five lifetimes is still intact."
